Ceaselessly the river flows, and yet the water is never the same, while in the still pools the shifting foam gathers and is gone, never staying for a moment…
It’s meant to be a singing River Warbler I saw in Norfolk in the summer of 1989.
It did kind of look like this but I wouldn’t like to say you could identify it from the picture.
I do remember it was singing away very enthusiastically – in the vane hope of attracting a mate. I doubt it had much luck as all the females would have been somewhere in eastern Europe.
Where the river meets the sea, where land becomes water – it changes with the tide, day by day and year on year.
This is a favourite short walk with a bit of sandy beach and some rocks to clamber on. Well worn steps are cut in the rock, rusted remains of diving boards – from the days when people came across the Forth by steamer.
Initials and dates carved in rock.
You can’t step in the same river twice. Heraclitus was an ancient Greek philosopher to whom this statement is often attributed.
Everything flows – all things change.