Sounds: Fowlmere pipes

Standing tall in the willow carr at the southern end of the RSPB’s Fowlmere reserve, an iron black water pipe stands like a huge tubular staple, melting into the shadows. The manhole cover below the great arch glows with the vibrant green of the damp moss that clings to the coal-black metal. 
The sound of the hiss and rush of subterranean water seeps out through iron-work, as rain-drops drip from leaves touched by a recent shower and wrens and tits call from the thicket. A prop-driven flyer passes over, heading for the landing strip to the west.

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