Fountains and pools conjure up magical thoughts about developments on Harbourside, Bristol.
This story was created in the artist’s own time.
[Sound of water flowing]
Look up, look down, look round. What can you see? Shadows and light? Concrete and steel? Water. Strange to think this used to be a marsh; a tract of low-lying land, usually flooded in winter, more or less watery at all times, home to frogs and fish, bugs and bull rushes, water sprites and nymphs. I hope they re-located somewhere nice.
All media not otherwise credited created by the story author, or permission obtained, used under copyright licence.