The Big Fellah Edward Cubbington parked the range rover off the road by the old bridge and walked over to peer down at the river below. The heavy rains that had fallen a fortnight before, raising the level and muddying the waters with silt were history and now the river was reborn, running gin clear beneath him. Returning to the car he opened the back door and pulled out the previously mad…
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