Civilisation has been on the way downhill ever since.
The last thing I wanted on January 1st was to find a species that had eluded me the previous twelve months, so I stayed safely in Bristol.
My route to Mrs Beese’s beer and cider festival took me past grungier stretches of the river.
Medmerry was new to me because it is new. It’s another flood mitigation scheme, like Stert in Somerset. This is how the future is going: retreat in the face of rising waters.
On Inner Farne I hoped the long-stayer was still there