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The thrill of the spate

The Findhorn in spate was a childhood highlight. We’d hear the river roaring and go down to watch the flood squeezing through gorges. Then we’d jump with excitement on the bridge, following the branches passing below us and popping up at the other side. It felt dangerous and dark and we were exhilarated by the power.

“Water’s a good servant but a bad master,” my father always said.

And we’d nod but not really understand. It was only a half spate today but I was right back in my childhood.


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  1. It is wonderful to have things like this
    that take us back
    to another time
    memories flooding in
    wishing you the best on your writing
    thanks for stopping by my blog

    November 23, 2013

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