Pausing on the bridge, the river looked more swollen than I have ever seen it before. The normally clear water a muddy brown colour. The water meadows were flooded, with rain water I think rather than the river bursting its banks (the field is higher than the river).
Bleak but also lovely - pearlescent greys, organic browns, muted greens. The air mild, damp, fresh. Blackbirds calling.
This is January 2013.
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