It’ll all come out in the Wash
Apr 01, 2020
2 minutes
Fiona Reynolds
WE’RE walking in the Fens on the first day of spring, clouds scudding through the sky as the storms blow their last, bright sunshine celebrating the glorious freshness of the day—and coronavirus is still a distant threat. We can see for miles; most of what we can see is water. After the wettest winter in decades, the floodplains are doing
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