Another River

A new header again today to illustrate this post.
A few years ago there were hosepipe bans every summer and our local river bed was dry.
Today we followed the Gade up to its source which was higher than I've seen it in the past fifteen years. We waded up, then downstream and in places it was over our boots and running at a jaunty pace towards the Thames.
We saw bones and stones and an abandoned digger and it was bigger than sam... and that was our poem. An hour out that put the whole day into perspective.