I knew the day was going to be a good one, when I went to defrost the car (the backroom kettle method) I caught a fox with its front paws up on the wheely bin having a good old sniff,the fauna and flora count being improved by a barn owl (you don't realise how big they are till you see the wing span) swooping in front of the car headlights as I passed Horsell Common.
The swift journey down the M4 was accompanied by the battle 'twixt moon and sun, The big friendly old moon, large and low on the horizon in front , loosing out to the colourful light blue and orange slash that appeared in the rear mirror, accompanied by the sounds of a George Benson and Paco de Lucia playlist mix from the garish jukebox style stereo. The hug hot red sun rose up to the sounds of Entre Dos Aguas
Rising up over the hill from the City of Honda, along the route of Fosse Way, I could imagine the Tribune of the Legio II Augusta, staring across the curling misty landscape laid out in front of him as he pondered the delights of milk fed snails, an amphora of Falernian, and a warm slave girl that awaited him in Colonia Nervia Glevensium.
Anyway, due to good research on the hypnotic pages of Earthum Googleum, I found my desired parking space near the bank of the River Severn, a good spot, long sweeping view of the the lazy muddy slothful river, made more appealing by the delight of a nearby truckers burger van that sold bacon, ferociously salty and thick, egg and sausage baps.
The morning was glorious, warm and sunny, the bore was lazy, but my first so none the less astonishing in its relentless slow journey sweeping all before.
The mad rush, in the traffic, to find my next spot. The end of the bore at a weir. Not many people there, and a great view. The bore marching up to the weir, crashing on it in multiple waves, and silencing it, the sound only broken by the early morning bird song. Thanks for that tip H, it made the morning.
Then the gentle poodle home, in time to take Nicole out for lunch in a pub, and the dog for a run, in glorious sunshine.
I like this retirement game, yesterday morning I had no plans, and then the freedom to just shoot off and do as wish,
As George Benson crooned on the way down, “Never give up on the good things, Remember what makes you Happy”
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