The streamy river Walking by the streaming flat river, wadling under the stable concrete bridge, hearing all types of vehicles driving straight over us. Ruff! ruff! I hear a black labrador trying to get a dead animal out of the long dry grass and other dogs waiting for us to walk past. Mrs Renfrew turns into athletic park.In my hard head, I am thinking what are we doing? Then we all start to walk into athletic park. We are doing a notebook check to see how many things we hear and see on our way to Pollard
Park and have a quick drink.
By Hugh Robinson
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Well done Hugh keep up the great writing. Kim Robinson
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