A history of the water
This too has been one of the dark places of the earth.
The first stirrers are giant mammals. Facilities in those
days were scarce or non-existent. They
wait for the intended replacements. Finally they sink.
A new gang.
When asked if they had come together, if anyone had been
there to ask if they were together, they would have said yes. The first crude
attempt at an apparatus is made. The size of a small shrine, it has no moving
parts. They wait for the intended replacements.
A new gang. More stirring.
There are cesspits filled with fish. A waterside wall
encloses the Northern settlement, protecting it from sea-faring marauders.
Forests are managed. Straight wood is generated by planting trees close
together. Curved wood encouraged by planting trees far apart.
Hundred-metre-long fish traps span the water.
A new gang.
More stirring. The first wharf is recorded. A new apparatus
is attempted, in the shape of a bridge, but the builders do not allow for the
flow of tides so “bridge shooters” must be employed to navigate the rapids.
They wait for the intended replacements.
A new gang. The beginnings of encroachment.
Waterfront property increases. Building into the water
becomes commonplace. Water-bearers wear pointed shoes stuffed with moss. Pilgrims
cast metal badges into the water.
A great frost.*
A new gang.
Another apparatus is attempted. Water is pumped through pipes made from a
series of hollow elm trunks. There are fewer than twenty public taps and it is
forbidden to approach them with a weapon. “Plashy places” are avoided by the
strategic placing of cloaks. A mermaid is discovered, a comb in one hand, a
looking glass in another. A plague. More stirring. They wait for the intended
replacements.
A new gang.
They live on boats to avoid the plague. Shipping thrives.
Gibbeting sites are marked out where bodies of pirates are hung in chains until
three tides have passed over them. Further encroachment. There is a five pound
reward for any information concerning what’s happened to all the swans. A
time-ball is installed. A certain flush with every pull. A man walks underwater
for twenty feet wearing a soft apparatus covering his face, with two small
bull’s eyes to see.
Its eyes are the colour of a peacock’s tale.
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