November

I walked to Bateman’s House. The river Lathkil was dry. Sitting to eat lunch I was aware of complete silence.No bird calls no wind and no longer the babbling brook.

I decided to walk the dry river bed .walking I wondered about the minnows bullheads and sticklebacks.where are the watervoles? Everything seemed different from the river bed.beautiful colours.mosses , leaves , and trees .Silence.

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