Sabren is an old English name for the Severn, the longest river on the island of Great Britain. The Severn begins as a trickle of rivulets in the peat bogs above Hafren forest (Hafren being the modern Welsh name for the Severn) on the slopes of Plynlimon/Pumlumon, a watershed which is also the source of the rivers Wye and Rheidol, sometimes known due to their shared provenance as the three sisters.

From its source high up on an almost featureless peat bog, the Severn is already a small river by the time it reaches Hafren forest some two miles downstream. It continues winding its way, renewing its character through natural and human landscapes for a further 220 miles: through the settlements of Llanidloes, Newtown, Shrewsbury, Ironbridge, Bridgnorth, Worcester, and Gloucester, before finally leaving the land behind as it enters the Bristol Channel.

I love the river, I love its long, winding, seemingly indecisive-but-persistent journey, I love its transformations, I love the person with whom I explored its source in Hafren forest. It’s a unique and beautiful river which begins as a trickle on a misty moor not far from where I chose as my home, which eventually found its way to the magnificent Bristol Channel.

The myth, the legend of Sabrina… I left those to someone else.