Last week was about the worst week ever(I know, I know - there will be worse) , so at the weekend Robyn started her campaign to cheer me up.
On Saturday afternoon she dragged me out and we went to the River Thames at Maidenhead.
I was pretty grumpy, even with a view like this;
It's the riverside path from Boulters Lock in Maidenhead on the way to Cookham. It's about as English a scene as you could find. There are weeping willows with their branches sweeping the surface of the river. There are broad leafed trees - ancient and solid. There are swans and geese, there are ducks.
There are gentle ripples on the river from a light breeze. It's sunny;
There are boats cruising and this gloriously restored working longboat dappled by the sun;
And then we walked back to the island at Boulters Lock where we had an ice cream as the day ended;
(a don't stop till you drop production)
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