A river hinterland in Brough

I walked through Brough this morning. Not very glamorously, to Aldi via one of the old streams. You could feel that you were walking in a river hinterland - misty, wet and murky. But I enjoyed the sodden reed pools where a few birds were gathering and also the big,old trees: once marooned in a field, now marooned in a housing estate. 

I could glimpse the sky as a fiery backdrop to this and was desperate to see it. I tried from the motorway bridge; from the rail bridge but couldn’t fully experience it. There are houses in the way and the sun was too distant. 

I realised that I used to live on the other side of the hill, where I could see the expanse of the sunsets all the way down to the river. I miss that.