The weekend before last, we went to visit my brother and his girlfriend in Witney, Oxfordshire. The Saturday was a proper summer’s day (for once), and we spent the evening sat at the bottom of his garden, eating a curry and playing poker.
At the bottom of their garden is the river Windrush, and as the night wore on we fed a swan that swam up to see us, and shone a torch into the water to look at the crayfish that were snapping just below the surface.
As you can see from the picture above, a lot changed in the course of a week, and now their garden is the river Windrush. You can just see the decking we were sat on at the bottom of the garden, where the river usually ends. Luckily they’re safe and the house is unscathed, but others around them haven’t been so fortunate.