On reflection

As part of my preparation for an afternoon in front of the tv watching some cycling from Belgium and rugby from Ireland, I went out for a walk to stretch my legs in general and my new knee in particular. 

It doesn't seem far to the river when we are on our bikes or in the car, but it was plenty far enough for an ageing semi cripple. However, when I eventually got there I was rewarded with a lovely scene that I would have missed had I not been on foot.

This is the Herault river at its best, to offset me at my worst.