The Tree To The Middle Of Nowhere.
A prickly start.......
Having picked something up around the prop a quick visit to the weedhatch was required.
The water is so cold at the moment it makes you wonder just how long you might last should you fall in.
Anyway, plunging my arm in, grabbing what was there and tugging I soon realised that it was a length of vicious bramble.
Punctured!
Today was a day that you just did not want to come to an end.
After a quick stop at Ellesmere for liquid/solid supplies and a tank full of water we were off.
The day was so still and quiet with just a nip in the air, chugging was an absolute pleasure meaning that we went far to far again.
There is nothing - and I do mean nothing in this context - like getting yourself back inside when the fire is in full flow and you realise that you are just that little bit chilled, then - and this is the important bit - there is the distinctive sound of a cork releasing itself from its confinement.
You can feel your eyelids drooping just at the thought.
Tranquility...... achieved/personified/reached....... you choose.
Until next time...................
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1 comment:
After going down the hatch after visiting Coventry the other week I have considered getting some long sleeved pvc gloves, but all I can find are very heavy duty and thick or very thin disposable things of the same thickness as the things you get in garages when filling with diesel.
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