Just messin' about on the river.

Or the canal, in this case.
'Oh, what a Bee-oot-iful Morning'. (that's two songs in three lines.)
The weather gods must have heard me griping yesterday. Woke early to a stunning day. Had an early appointment in the hospital. Was thrown out by yet another consultant. Said he never wants to see me again. If this keeps up I will be banned from the campus.
Toddled down to the canal and found only mallards, no swans. Got a good shot of one of them scratching his head. On the way down got a great macro shot of a bee, (That was going to be my link to the second song).
But then, out of the blue, arrived these hearty tars in their vessel. All plans out the window. Had to be the blip.
The rest of the day was occupied with two great lads (father and son combo) installing the Redheads new French Windows, and a necessary trip to the local where the owner again entreated me to reconsider my decision to stop playing there.
It has been a long and eventful day and it's only gone five o'clock.
What else is in store?
Put up my bee shot on a new blipfolio as a pressie for Beewatcher.