Thursday, 1 April 2010

By The River

Perhaps the best part of our walk was watching the heron standing on the side of a bridge, scanning for fish. Why does one never have a camera at the right time, then another hundred times carry it and see nothing? We saw two young men in rowing boats, oars shelved, eating their meals off plates wedged on the boat bottom between their feet, using their knives and forks as if in a fine dining room. We saw them again, later, food finished, plates stowed away, each contentedly leaning back at his end of the boat, oars shelved and the boat just drifting. They looked very contented. We exchanged banter about the millions of midges.

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