Tangled Up and Blue

The northern edges of the sinewy outer bank I call Snake Island, were rich in strands of unravelled polyester rope of many bright colours, twisted around the branches of tamarisk bushes and out across the river bed; little reminders of our poor and tangled relationship with all things natural. All being well, the pink flush of  the tamarisk blossom will add its own distinctive hue to the scene in just a few weeks time.