In Oxfordshire, Laura Parker follows glimmering water downstream and back through time. It’s just a slip of a stream. Sixteen miles from clean spring to silt-dulled end, the Glyme glints down shallow valleys and shines below willows. It is the bright stream, Saxon-named glim for its strange gleam. Light has lain on its surface for … Continue reading Bright Stream
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