I cycled on a fine, if slightly cloudy evening, 12km via Hawton and Farndon, where swallows flew and fly grazers were this time nailing their horses to the sweet grass beside the A46 flyover between the two villages.
The ferry was busy with dog walkers, drinkers, and even water-skiiers on the distant silvery river. The power station did power things between the wind and water. All seemed pretty fair and good with the world.
|The Crusader. Pleasure boat for aged and disabled|
|Tosh at anchor. Or is it Tash? Hmmmm.|
|Dutch barge across the river|
|A mixed bouquet|
|Comfrey beginning to open|
|Common carder bumble hides in the nettles|
|Mighty horse chestnut|