Had a wander with my camera yesterday, along the River Ouse. It’s not one of those pretty little rivers - like the Wharfe in Langstrothdale - where people come to spread a picnic blanket on the grassy banks and where kids splash around in the shallows. The Ouse is a hard-working watercourse - leaden, funereal and here, in its tidal reaches, hidden behind floodbanks - where silent, brooding men come to walk savage dogs, or neck a few cans of industrial-strength lager, or dispose of a body.
Licenced today: Mermaid Quay in Cardiff Bay...
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