tempus fugit

By ceridwen

No way through

Destabilised by heavy rain, a tree has overbalanced and tumbled down across the path towards the river below. A nimble dog can clamber around but I decided against. As it happens you can't get much further: the owner of the land beyond closed  the route years ago.
Above is steep and scrambly, leading nowhere, below the river surges, brown and frothy. We turned around and went back.

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