I have spent the last week being wooed by the smooth waters of the River Lethe. I have not taken Fern for her twice-daily walks ince ast Saturday week. I have done nothing in the garden - and there are plants desperately in need of care and attention in the shed at the end of the garden. I have let the laundry build up to an unacceptable level (we have just two clean tea towels in the drawer) and I have entered my "office" just the once to grab the laptop I have been using to make these posts. There are things I need to be doing and I must shrug off this temptation to sit back and let the world get by without me. So, as the weather is supposed to become pleasantly warm this afternoon (21 possibly - that's hitting 70 - though there's precious little sign of it as yet) I must try to take Fern for a gentle walk. Perhaps a stroll over the football pitches at Waterhall.
Meanwhile, here is a picture, not of the Lethe, but of the Trout River in New Hampshire - or was it Vermont? I took this several years ago when the Old Bat and I managed a short visit to New England in the fall. I have always delighted in this peaceful scene which just happened to present itself to me. As I drove over the bridge I spotted the pleasant scene and noticed the cattle making their way to the river. By the time I had parked and walked back to the bridge they were in the perfect position to complete the composition I wanted.