It’s 6.30am and Els and I have cycled up the holy grail (aka the 5th path) of the swamp score to record the waking life of the marsh and river. Sun shining, birds and us a-grinning in reeds and on high. But hark and hell. There’s a loud long drone of noise that grows as we get further from the city. It’s the highway. We’ve been out here a lot and never heard this. Is it just gentle wind direction and dry air ?

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