Reaping what you sow

My senses of distance and time are now completely gone. Which direction we are going in, how many locks we have been through, what day it is... lost.

I remember sharing a reservoir with swans this morning for a fantastic swim among water lilies and under willow branches. I know from my photos that we came down a few more locks and moored for a lazy afternoon at Cropredy. 

And I do remember the students performing their writing and the poems they've been practising at our performance to each other this evening. That was excellent.