Svend Bayer: Last Pot Standing
Oct 07, 2020
3 minutes
Written by Sebastian Blackie
s I walk with my dog by the waters edge it seems that nature is more loud than usual. On the far bank a discord of raucous geese are feeding on the young shoots of an autumn sown crop, a moorhen crocks as it searches in vain for a nesting site amongst the wreckage of last years reed beds, and maturing signets loudly slap their strengthening wings on water to shed their grey ugly duckling down. Man made
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