Catalogue continued.

Things I forgot about last night.

One perfectly good and helpful walking stick.

One weird, stubby, plastic-handled butter knife.

One extremely rusted pair of needle-nose pliars.

One half of a mussel shell. (where’d that come from? maybe seagull brought it.)

One long electrical cord hanging from a tree branch.

Shockingly no dead bodies.

A Catalogue of things found along the riverbed.

Thirty assorted pieces of glass and metal. My pockets are now full of sand.

One ring, silver. Etched with aboriginal-style animal designs.

Swathes of shale.

One shopping cart in a highly improbable place

One long trail of bare human footprints on the glass-covered silt. (suspect river-selkies.)

Three rowing teams practicing for the Dragon Boat festival.

Several unidentifiable metal barrels in various states of decay. 

One murder of crows hanging out on the rusted metal. 

 A plethora of vehicle tires.

Nine very friendly dogs.

All of the gnats.

Shockingly no mosquitoes.