Waiting for a change…
There was a song that had a similar line to that in it – maybe Robbie Robertson and something to do with a train. Maybe he was waiting for a train and not a change. I can’t remember. My morning brain is always a bit hazy and mazy. Pre-lunch can be a bit of a trial to be honest.
We’ve not had an estuary shot for a while. Here’s one I took recently when it wasn’t raining, for once.
The sand on the beach has been the only part of the Essex earth you can walk on without it groaning, so waterlogged has it become round here – in the driest county in the UK.
Pity the poor others.
As for the song, I googled it… Somewhere Down The Crazy River – figures.