Late afternoon, and we are walking into town, following the river. I remark how the houses are like the Norfolk I used to know.
We stop, taking in the sky and the view of the punts and ripples on the river.
Late afternoon, and we are walking into town, following the river. I remark how the houses are like the Norfolk I used to know.
We stop, taking in the sky and the view of the punts and ripples on the river.
Yes, that’s just what it was like, David: Thanks for preserving the memory here 🙂
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That’s beautiful scenery, and mildly melancholy…
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When I was writing the text I thought about how syrupy the water looked.
Melancholy – nice word for the scene.
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Syrupy water.
Barely a breath of wind
Or ripple of current
calm
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A quite lovely picture … the last rays of low winter sun hitting those boats in the foreground.
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