A few yards from the aqueduct an overbridge marked the end of urban sprawl and the start of a tamed but beautiful stretch of countryside. Not far ahead an orchid was growing at the water’s edge. How long has that been there?
And away from the banks it was not quite roses, roses, all the way, though they were scenting the damp air.
More thistles alongside them; this is Scotland; but also buttercups, forget-me-not, comfrey and more, all thriving in this green corridor.
To the North, framed by the developing haws of the Mayflower, the Hills can be seen through the haze: the rain is holding off.
While it may have been too damp for dragonfly or mayfly to be on the wing, here they are in a blacksmith’s work of art. I like the way the fine lines of stems, ripples and tails add strength as well as beauty and interest to this gate. Near to it, small fry are gathered just below the surface.
Is this our last bridge? We could enjoy extending this walk, but we have a destination, so time to leave the canal and climb up to the road.