CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
I twisted around in time to watch us round the last bend in the Channel. The canal opened to reveal a half dozen lakes of various shapes and sizes. The murky water poured into the lake, and as Ros had mentioned the dirt settled into the bottom, leaving only clear water as far as the eye could see. Thin groups of reeds swayed in a soft breeze that rippled the surface of the largest lake which we headed toward. Raised paths of packed dirt meandered between the banks of the lakes, allowing anyone access to all the large ponds. We startled a small flock of birds, and they flew up into the air in a hail of squawking.
“Wow,” I breathed as the sun cast its gentle glow across the waters.
Ros smiled as he swept his gaze over the waters. “There’s a lot of lakes in this
