New River


It was a dark, cloud-crushed Bank Holiday Monday. A menacing, black thunderhead clung to the horizon, trailing gloomy layers of rain-heavy cloud. Then it started to rain. Soon thick bouncing blobs of water filled the sky as if someone had sliced open those oppressive, pregnant clouds. Small streams began to form in the gutters, water rushed over the paths and into rapidly overfilling drains. I was […]

Water, water everywhere – but not enough to drink?