A few feet from the boulevard the stream emerges with a slow murmur and within yards begins to babble and splash down the hill, its vigour swells and spreads as it goes. Then reaching its lateral channel it hits an artificial berm and spreads out into a series of ponds. Looking for the sea, just short of the beach, twisting and turning it meets a steel sewer gate and is swallowed whole. Standing on the grate I wonder at this indiscretion of ours, and the magnitude of the loss.
