It's fascinating to watch the gravel banks of the forest's streams shift and morph through the seasons every year. Gravel crossing points and banks disappear or change sides, making navigating my usual routes impossible, only to re-emerge months later in the same spot or a few meters down stream; some can vanish for years and then reappear, it's as if even though the elements are constantly in motion there's a default setting to which the stream inevitably returns. I watched as over a couple of months the ebb and flow of the Red Rise Brook moved a stream of gravel across the water course from one side to the other, up onto the bank, across a bulge in the bank and deposited back in the stream on the other side. I know though that by the end of spring all the crossing points I've traditionally utilized will be where they've always been.
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