Obviously the debris shows how far the water rose.
Beyond the bridge , above, was nothing but water on Sunday, and the ducks weren’t swimming about or being fed. All that flat land, right, was covered. Mallards, mergansers and the little gulls were all milling around yesterday though, waiting for crusts of bread to be thrown for them by a dad with baby in his arms.
and here are his comrades with some of the gulls.
And a last one for today, I rather liked the silhouette of the lamp on the parapet of the road bridge as I looked up at it from the riverbank.
Talk again soon.