I am walking through Swakeleys Park. It is night. The park seems strangely narrow. I am walking by the River Pinn. I look to my right - I think there is a low fence. I see that there is a stretch of grass between myself and the river - this explains it - I was not walking by the rivers edge after all! I consider walking by the rivers edge but something stops me. I see that the river is high - about to burst it's banks. Tendrils of water beginning to creep over the grass.
Saturday, 25 January 2025
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