Thrupp Lake

Escaped for a couple of hours, revelling in the luxury of nurses here for Mog. 

And despite the weather forecast promising sleet, snow, rain and general misery, we had an hour of absolute beauty. 

Geese honking, ducks flying, pooh sticks swirling without a current. 

Damaged fences, footpaths feet under water, the Thames having long since burst its banks and occupying much of the surrounding countryside. 

But this small part of one tiny corner of England was just peaceful. Soft ground to walk on, a brisk wind to keep us moving, other people's dogs to laugh at. 

An unexpected bonus gift of a morning.

Taking time out of looking into the future in order to appreciate the present. 

I'm for it, 

Tia