One Hundred Yards.  Or So

Twice a day for the past thirteen years, with my companion Barney the dog, I’ve walked a circular route along this stretch of river, often in the pouring rain, frequently in the freezing pitch dark.

I calculate that, taking occasional absences into account, we’ve walked this route approximately nine thousand times.

The river is a favourite spot for the dumping and burning of stolen cars or for junkies to hang out; but is also used by dog walkers (myself included) fisherman (ditto) and as an adventure playground for the local kids. It is also a haven for wildlife of all descriptions.

It can be a forbidding place, especially in the depths of winter, but just occasionally when the light is right it can look like this.

This is an ongoing body of work that will eventually bring together all aspects of this location.

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