I have been enjoying Colleen's postcard series so thought I would copy it, with imitation being the sincerest form of flattery of course :-)
Last weekend for my spoon carving course I stayed at a lovely bed & breakfast in Little Bourton, and on the Saturday evening after a scorching day, took a walk down to the canal at the end of the farm's land.
I was desperate to swim but wasn't sure about the practicalities of getting out again, not to mention the nasties that could be lurking in the muddy bottom of the canal (whether heavy metals or leeches!) so I contented myself with dipping my feet in. I did not see a soul; the evening sun was pleasant but not too hot, and it made a very restful and peaceful end to the day. My only disappointment was that I didn't see a kingfisher...
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