I know of a bank...

..................where the wild thyme blows,
Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows,
Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine,
With sweet musk-roses and with eglantine:

This morning 'The Bard' would have loved the riverside. All along its lush banks Buttercups and Dandelion heads danced in the breeze, with seed heads floating off to goodness knows where. The scent of summer drifting upon coolish air. The overgrown common resplendent in the most verdant of hues. I sat down amongst all this glory and drank in the river scene, simple things make me smile...

Climbing wall then work...at least it's light when I leave work at 8pm now!

:)