Messing about in boats.

 

"Believe me, my young friend, there is nothing - absolutely nothing - half so much worth doing as simply messing about in boats."

― Kenneth Grahame, The Wind in the Willows

 

 

 

 

There's nothing for it on such a gorgeous day but to take a paddle down the Molongolo river. Just messing about, nibbling on wild blackberries along the riverbank, spotting birds and water dragons and letting our fingers trail through the water.

 

 

 

"The boat struck the bank full tilt. The dreamer, the joyous oarsman, lay on his back at the bottom of the boat, his heels in the air."

― Kenneth Grahame, The Wind in the Willows

 

 

 

"The pageant of the river bank had marched steadily along, unfolding itself in scene-pictures that succeeded itself in stately procession.

Purple loosestrife arrived early, shaking luxuriant locks along the edge of the mirror whence its own face laughed back at it. Willow-herb, tender and wistful, like a pink sunset-cloud was not slow to follow. Comfrey, the purple hand-in-hand with the white, crept forth to take its place in the line; and at last one morning the diffident and delaying dog-rose stepped delicately on the stage, and one knew, as if string music has announced it in stately chords that strayed into a gavotte, that June at last was here."

Kenneth Graeme - Wind in the Willows.

 

Enjoying the last weeks of summer.

 

xx Em

 

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