It was a particularly early start on this fine Sunday morning, with the moonlight still streaming through the window while the alarm clock nags me to get up. It doesn't seem to matter what time I set my alarm for, I always want "just five more minutes". This means that once I do get up I have to rush to make sure I'm not late, this is also not helped by the fact that I'd decided not to take the opportunity to put the roof bars on the car the day before.
Thinking that my…Continue
If you were to compare the character of a river to a film then our last trip on the River Avon would be a Tarantino film: the setting and our surroundings were beautiful, the characters were quirky but the action was brutal, uncompromising and just that little bit too long. This week’s trip was more of a Spielberg adventure: it started fast, it was unexpectedly good and we went home feeling that we had definitely got our moneys worth.
As all good things do it started with a…Continue
It seemed like a good idea at the time. We’re having a lovely late Indian summer and it would be criminal to let it go by. So we didn’t. No other criminal acts were committed either. If any law enforcement officer were to look over these reports at a later date I would like to place on record that I make a lot of what I write up and anyway you can’t prove anything because we weren’t there and we didn’t do it. What was it anyway?
I also want to point out, early on, that…Continue