The upside: we can leave home and, ten minutes later, be paddling off down the river. The downside (or is it?): the river is tidal. Miss the tide and it’s mud, not water. Spring tides are biggest and best, and here in the West Country they peak early morning / early evening. Today we used a 5m tide to pick otherwise inaccessible blueberries. Afterwards we landed on the derelict sluice by the weir and spooned steaming hot porridge from our flasks, laced with honey.
Beautiful! Both the photography and your essay/prose!
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Thank you Patricia. A compliment from you has substance, as I admire the content and style of your own writing. I’m trying to replicate what I did with the old Pete’s Pots blog: a fair photo plus succinct text.
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Ooh 🙂 Is that the canoe you were self building? It’s good to see your name pop up in the emails again.
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Nice to see yours too! The canoe: yes, it is – took a little time, but can’t rush these things. Came to fruition as Lockdown #1 project. About halfway through #2, a smaller canoe.
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