There’s a small community bridge I love, made by some unknown stranger, that helps everyone trying to get to the beach to hop over a little wild creek.
After a period of rain the Council have been busy land clearing with chainsaws and this morning we found this. So the community footpath is firmly blocked in both directions. I think we all sense luxury housing development on this last patch of wild ground is imminent.
Somewhere hiding out in the wild ground is a single family of wild deer. We catch sight of them looking increasingly skittish.
The path to the bridge is blocked by a pile of waste items: old tyres, tarps, chair parts, a milk crate, a mattress, all stacked against a panel of chain fence.
Flat wooden bridge extends an informal path over a little creek. Lush green growth all around