Another fishing trip, but no luck yet, unless you count the one that got away. I stood manfully in the rain, clutching the net, just in case, and wondering what it was like on board the narrowboats. Woodsmoke was drifting from chimneys, and I could hear occasional laughter and the clatter of plates. The middle boy declared it an even better fishing expedition than the first one though, and that made it worthwhile.
The surrounding farmland was saturated, but that's to be expected, it's low lying land and the farmers are used to water lying on the surface at this time of year. The cows were splendidly stinky, I wish I could share the experience here, you will just have to imagine it. All in all it was a full range of sensory experiences.
I had a nice outing with the two littler boys yesterday afternoon. The biggest was back at school, it was wet so we just went for a trip to a different library to our usual one. Something about it was just right. It wasn't a special place or anything, but sometimes everything just clicks and makes a moment. It was cosy in the library, there were new books, harmony between brothers, I found a new writer that I wanted to read. I think we were all aware that it was the last bit of the holidays. I had planned something a bit more special, but I decided against it because of the rain. In the end it was as good an afternoon as we would have had elsewhere. Time to be together calmly and happily. A memory to carry forward into the new week and the new term. It doesn't have to be fancy, sometimes it just works.