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No hump shunting, self storage. Two men crouch by a bonfire. ‘I’m not working on the train Julian’. Heading north of here and here and here. A whorl of white hair, hawthorn blossom. Angry tip tapping, Julian will be happy. A sigh. Flat lands, ponds and pylons.
The river is uncoiling itself, sidling on silt flats, a grey clay slip, leadened glaze film on sinking boots. Reeds flicker, splinters of water, field, pylon, cow.
Low tide on this estuarine flat of wholly neither land or water. Submerging, disappearing, this fog skinned place.
Driving west. Mudflats, salt marsh,roadworks, rain. Kincardine bridge, a signpost to Skinflats.
dominique cameron RSW 