I don't know a great deal about wild flowers and rivers, but I do know I like wandering down to the allotments in Aldeburgh to see the marsh and the Alde river and the stolid Martello tower on one side of the path,
and the dahlias and sunflowers, runner beans and beetroot, on the other.
I do know that the berries are rowan berries, and the hips are rose hips, and that bright blue skies and unaltered colours suit Aldeburgh as well as misty greys and soft pastels.
But after reading To the River, I realise how limited my knowledge is. Which is why it's worth reading the book.