The Wind in the Willows

“ The Mole was bewitched, entranced, fascinated. By the side of the river he trotted as one trots, when very small, by the side of a man who holds one spellbound by exciting stories; and when tired at last, he sat on the bank, while the river still chattered on to him, a babbling procession of the best stories in the world, sent from the heart of the earth to be told at last to the insatiable sea.”


One of my sisters arrived this morning with my Mum for an unexpected coffee…I was up but still in my PJs! Once they’d gone and I was dressed I did some general housework before having lunch.

My blip today comes from the bank of the river Tweed as it wends it’s way out to the North Sea.

Thanks to FrankS for hosting this months literary themed Mono Monday.