This is a confection - a memory - informed by two photos of a bend in the River Wye, as seen from Symond's Yat Rock. I was there this summer. The river twists and turns through the dark and rocky Forest of Dean. It lies sleek and shining in wide arcs of water until it comes to the rapids. There its surface distorts and it tumbles back into Wales and towards Monmouth and Chepstow. I was attracted by the silver blades of water cutting through the landscape. (See also Yat Rapids) |