One slightly drizzly Sunday afternoon, Hylas and I went a-hunting Scavenger locations. As we like to do, of a weekend. We went out with a few places in mind – but neither of us expected or planned this one (and, indeed, it wasn’t even on the list yet – but it will be now!). But it’s gorgeous, it’s a multiplicity of things, and it’s hidden in plain sight – I fell in love with it instantly!
Where were we? We’d been tramping across a sports field which we’d deemed, somewhat gloomily, not good enough to photograph at, when at the far end in what seemed only to be brambles and muck, we found this: a trickling stream, a teensy mangrove forest, and … a storm water outflow. (Because of course!) And, for bonus fun, it was less than 100 metres from the motorway – I’d driven past it thousands of times and never noticed it.
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It really is beautiful – how could I resist? I was very glad I’d worn sneakers, though, as those were some slippery rocks! I managed to clamber down eventually, and was very pleased to a) find my balance and then b) take my top off.
Still, I didn’t feel I was done. I wanted to appreciate the atmosphere just a little longer. So once I’d managed to scramble my way back up again, I sat at the edge of the outfall and relaxed, looking out across the mangroves to the motorway. And took my top off again, because why wouldn’t I? (My reasoning was that if I’d never noticed this place in all the times I’d driven past, who was going to start now? No accidents on account of my udders, thank you!)
It was a lovely, lovely spot. A hidden gem, just waiting to be found. And there it was.