Past the second weir the trail dips down almost to water level. Trees on the other bank form an unbroken barrage of foliage. 7am-sunlight is glinting off the rippling surface of the river. A swan with violence on its mind bears down on two Canada geese. The swan has arched its wings to full inflation, its neck drawn back like a cobra readying to strike. The geese split, casually accelerating then panicking and splash-flapping into the air.
bright morning air cold and fresh
on your eyeballs