Jun 10, 2010
The low clouds made me contemplative, sitting by that waterfall. Reminiscing that long train ride to Brockenhurst on a damp autumn day. And alone in a stark rented apartment a different life ago, overlooking Tower Bridge; anxiously waiting.... And having cheap ice cream for lunch and dinner.
Then there was a barely perceptible change in the air. An urgency in the breeze; a quickening in the mood of the birds that surrounded me and the Raja Brookes all suddenly took off.
Then a roar, and a wall of water came towards me...