In Awe of the Ankerwycke: A Natural History Trail

The magic and mystery of a natural history trail

The golden hour is upon us.

Sal and I head out for an evening swim down the towpath from Bell Weir Lock. Sun-soaked Dutch barges spill with sunflowers and I can smell summer in bloom — a green deliciousness which reminds me that we don’t have to stray far on this earth to lose ourselves. We can do that right here, in nature. Deep in a river, sheltering in a rainstorm, or…