The Wye, and why? Wye does it exist, how long has it being running, and other existential questions arise just by standing beside it. Sheep have been roaming its bed since they were invented but how it changes is barely perceptible. Nine years ago, when we moved here the predominant channel was beside the far bank and this area was carpeted in grass; did I record it? No! Do I recall it? Yes vaguely in the mists of successive winters.
Since then another channel has opened up and the wandering, limping Ewe is demonstrating it perfectly. The cut through is deeper each year, and eroded more each winter. Ceaselessly, remorselessly, natureatitsmostdetermindlessly it wears away its path to the sea, or at least to the next town; Builth Wells.
Living next to the Wye is a day like any other, or is it?
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