Went to Enfield to see the beavers. Turns out they’re nocturnal and I am not, had some tasty food anyway
Title: The Beavers, the Bokits, and the Boil of Berkshire: A Commuter Belt Dream with a Gritty Edge There’s a romance to Berkshire that still catches newcomers by the soft, river-woven throat. Shallow water under weir and willows, the hush of a riverbank at sunset, the old town markets where the same quarrel of flavours […]
