On the Sunday after the flood, the sun came out. Everyone smiled. The water in the Burn was back within its concrete banks and ran clear as the proverbial Sunday tea in its delicate china cup. But strange things lurked within:
And strange things lay strewn about the future Community Garden, such as a long piece of roundwood that must have come drifting down on the torrent:
Nothing much happened on Monday. The ground was sodden. On Tuesday, however, several strong men in shiny overalls appeared like so many large and magical garden gnomes and pulled rubbish out of the Black Lynn (they also began to set the stakes for the new fence that should protect the garden from vandals and floods):
Among the rubbish were countless plastic bottles and plastic bags; pieces of wood of all sizes; a provisional ladder aka plank with slats nailed across; a yellow plastic object that may once have been a ball; a black rubbery thing that vaguely resembled a car seat; the five-legged bottom of an office chair; sundry plastic crates and plastic containers; a huge sheet of clear plastic ...
... a traffic cone; a no-parking traffic cone; a traffic signal warning of a construction site (not in the photo); more planking; thick black rubber sheeting ...
... indiscriminately, the raging Black Lynn had torn it down her track; indiscriminately, the sun shone on it all. But it's a skip-full of rubbish (or useful raw material, if recycled properly).
And strange things lay strewn about the future Community Garden, such as a long piece of roundwood that must have come drifting down on the torrent:
Nothing much happened on Monday. The ground was sodden. On Tuesday, however, several strong men in shiny overalls appeared like so many large and magical garden gnomes and pulled rubbish out of the Black Lynn (they also began to set the stakes for the new fence that should protect the garden from vandals and floods):
Among the rubbish were countless plastic bottles and plastic bags; pieces of wood of all sizes; a provisional ladder aka plank with slats nailed across; a yellow plastic object that may once have been a ball; a black rubbery thing that vaguely resembled a car seat; the five-legged bottom of an office chair; sundry plastic crates and plastic containers; a huge sheet of clear plastic ... 
... a traffic cone; a no-parking traffic cone; a traffic signal warning of a construction site (not in the photo); more planking; thick black rubber sheeting ...
... indiscriminately, the raging Black Lynn had torn it down her track; indiscriminately, the sun shone on it all. But it's a skip-full of rubbish (or useful raw material, if recycled properly).
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