Flag Fen

The train took me through The Fens, running alongside little narrowboats on canals near Ely, vibrant and warm in their traditional rich colours. We pass slight undulations in the land and I can see canada geese floating together /click/ deer peering up from a field /click/ pheasant cock looking out for his mate. As I gaze out, hurtling towards the Bronze Age, I wonder, would this have all been marsh?