At first sight unremarkable, even banal:
A vestige of a salt marsh or alongside a torrent. A small alpine fen in a extensive alluvial plain. A few hectares of peat bog where once there was a thousand. An abandonned gravel pit on the banks of a river now become a marsh.
Each wetland has its own history, its own enigmas. Each shelters a vast range of plant species.
Such intense biodiversity is a heady brew. It inebriates me enough to ignore mosquitoes and flies, to work for hours under a scorching sun or in the cold and wet.
Over days, weeks and sometimes years.