The New River has returned. I feel a bit confused. Part of me wants to leap up and down with unrestrained joy, splashing about in the clear waters shouting “Look kids, let’s catch fish!”. My more sensible side is eager to phone Thames Water to come and sort out the problem.
Our street as two burst water pipes, a little spring at each side of the road sending the water cascading down the hill. Actually, that would make it the New River for about 30 yards then a tributary of the Hackney Brook the rest of the way.
God, I need to get out more.