Island

There’s a little island near where I live, with a tree growing on it and a sweet little stream which babbles and chuckles gently over its stones as it flows round the island. Ducks and dippers play in the water, and the occasional swan or otter.

Today, though. Today we’ve had torrential rain all day, and much of last night, and this is what becomes of the island when that happens. The tree in the picture, that thing sticking up out of the rushing water, that’s the island’s tree.

The island will reappear in a day or two. It always does. Until then though, things will be a little more exciting than I like.