Ged Hughes met me on Tuesday morning with her friend Ben Waddington.
The weather looked better.
You can’t really see it here, but on the bank of the island we saw a Moorhen with four tiny Moorhen chicks. They were so small and special, running along away from us.
We climbed the tallest mound of bricks on the island.
And stood up there taking in the sight.
Ged pointed out some of the flowers growing.
Some right out of the cement.
She knew all the names.
But now I can only remember the poppy.
A tour boat passed by and we could hear him telling his passengers about the buildings along the Icknield Port Loop.
Most of my passengers know more than me about the area.
So in a way it is like the oposite of a tour.
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