River Frome, Stroud

Obscured from a main road turned into a dead end lane follows a narrow footpath inclined towards a wildlife corridor stretch of shimmering River Frome.

This is such a small but long river, some fifty miles down on same side of this very embankment I’d previously lived with a friend in Eastville, Bristol for two months (as a five year old) between years of 16-17; I wish her well and hope she’s doing OK now. The ice crystal formation in the clouds (pictured above) was awesome and did I appreciate the leafy narrow windings of this crouched ramble through verdant overgrowth; despite getting stung numerous times on my ankles by nettles!


And passing through darkness into light is a portal in itself, especially when cast upon such abundance of life.