The river was gloomy.  A rich field of bog and heather lay patiently beside a river grey with apathy, its eddies and creeks coiling endlessly through hills of East Lundria. Beside them, moss lined footpaths of pebble and shale formed their own channels, twisting and turning, converging towards the babbly burble of every watercourse that flowed … Continue reading The River Denly →