Crossing the long wooden footbridge over the river Clyst you see this
A Wild Swan
(you try to ignore that stupidly misplaced plastic bottle)
At one time this big bird of a boat was somebodys ideal home in an iydllic location.
They’d sit out there on the deck watching the trains rattle by, listening to the burbling of the curlews and godwits, while sipping some sparkling bubbly refreshment.
But whoever these somebodys were they’ve long gone now.
Left their Wild Swan behind.
Abandoned it to the river and the tides.