I walked down past the Big Old Tree today. I always thought the Big Old Tree was the end of how far you could walk, but it turns out it’s not. There’s no path really, and I think it might be on private property, but I’ve come down to part of the river where I’ve never been. It’s surrounded by farmland and feels so private and secret.
Edit: I saw a huge snake in the long grass when walking back… so I’m glad I took this photo, because I doubt I’ll ever walk down here again!
— Catherine