Below Markway bridge the Red Rise Brook becomes Ober Water and the forest opens up, now travelling through a shallow broad valley. It's a mainly open landscape, here and there thin groups of trees cling to the stream hemmed by patches of sphagnum bog. Remodelled countless times over centuries by man and nature, the valley bottom is a filigree of former channels and silted oxbows which seasonally echo their former glories. That's starting happen now and wellies are the only guaranteed way you'll get across without wet feet. During really wet seasons the whole valley floor flows like a broad reflected blue sash snaking through the landscape.
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