Glorious Morning

Very beautiful here today : still and bright.
Sony's built in censor clean don't quite work, so apologies for muck on censor.
Here's a bit more of John Clare that I know some of you are enjoying. Typing it out fixes some of the images vividly in my head.

The hedger soakd wi the dull weather chops
On at his toils which scarcly keep him warm
And every stroke he takes large swarms of drops
Patter about him like an April storm
The sticking dame wi cloak upon her arm
To guard against a storm walks the wet leas
Of Willow groves or hedges round the farm
Picking up aught her splashy wanderings sees
Dead sticks the sudden winds have shook from off the trees

I'm holding my breathe over that election. Perhaps there is some justice after all.
Extras : more river views