It's a bright sunny morning, though the sun is already taking just a bit longer to get up in the sky than it was a couple of weeks ago. Fish are breaking the surface of the river, after insects. On the way here there were warblers and skylarks, but here it is quiet except for the occasional splash from a fish. I am sitting on a wooden post in a cool spot, right beside the river.
Two weeks ago I lost my notebook – and it took a while to re-order and replace – and also I hurt my foot; so I took a couple of weeks' rest from my early morning walks. Losing the notebook meant losing two months of daily notes, observations, thoughts and ideas ...
There go a pair of bright red and brown birds, I don't know what they are called, flying downriver, almost straight at me, then past me and on downstream. I saw one such bird once before ...
On my way this morning I found myself still looking out for the notebook, it seems difficult to believe that it has just disappeared. I did come back and look, but never found it. My intuition says it was someone here, probably children, who found it and threw it in the river. I don't begrudge it to the river.
During these two months I have been walking further than to the place I used to stop, at Plungen. I am on the way towards Baltonsborough, and according to Jim the taxi driver who often walks his dog Molly down here, the turning off from the road is 2.6 miles from his house in Glastonbury. So it's a good 5-mile walk here and back.
I felt I had been directed here by the river spirit. She had been drawing me upriver, and once my book about Petroc was complete I followed here beckoning, walked all the way to Baltonsborough and back one Saturday afternoon, and found this spot (nearer to Glastonbury) on my way back. I am not the only person who comes here, but I am the only one who comes before 7 o'clock in the morning.
Sometimes I see ducks and swans here, but not today; just those speedy little red birds.
Two weeks ago I lost my notebook – and it took a while to re-order and replace – and also I hurt my foot; so I took a couple of weeks' rest from my early morning walks. Losing the notebook meant losing two months of daily notes, observations, thoughts and ideas ...
There go a pair of bright red and brown birds, I don't know what they are called, flying downriver, almost straight at me, then past me and on downstream. I saw one such bird once before ...
On my way this morning I found myself still looking out for the notebook, it seems difficult to believe that it has just disappeared. I did come back and look, but never found it. My intuition says it was someone here, probably children, who found it and threw it in the river. I don't begrudge it to the river.
During these two months I have been walking further than to the place I used to stop, at Plungen. I am on the way towards Baltonsborough, and according to Jim the taxi driver who often walks his dog Molly down here, the turning off from the road is 2.6 miles from his house in Glastonbury. So it's a good 5-mile walk here and back.
I felt I had been directed here by the river spirit. She had been drawing me upriver, and once my book about Petroc was complete I followed here beckoning, walked all the way to Baltonsborough and back one Saturday afternoon, and found this spot (nearer to Glastonbury) on my way back. I am not the only person who comes here, but I am the only one who comes before 7 o'clock in the morning.
Sometimes I see ducks and swans here, but not today; just those speedy little red birds.
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