Day 127 - 07:53am, 7 May 2019
The first sensation I am aware of this morning as I stand over the bridge is not the rushing water, but the waft of the wild garlic emanating from the island below. The floor of Craiglockhart Dell across the road has been carpeted with its white flowers and long green leaves for weeks, if not months. Yet here, seemingly overnight, it has overtaken the scrub, to add another dimension to my daily visit.
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