A Frosty walk

Just ten minutes’ walk from my door is a small valley that sometimes shines in its beauty. This is that time, when frost and light makes us forget the old industrial wasteland that once this was. The river used to run with glowing neon colours of every description as it ran alongside many old cotton mills and industrial tips. One would never ever want to dip any part of unprotected skin into it. I used to walk along here with my old school mates whilst watching the many rats that ran in abundance here in the days when there were no trees in this place. Fortunately, that has all changed for the better and all I see nowadays is the odd dog-walker and keen landscape photographer. I even see the odd small fish.
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