A river is always going somewhere: where? Who knows… would the river itself want to know?
The fine morning we had today (by now, yesterday) allowed me to go to my destination using a rather roundabout way though it reintroduced me to the River Yare. It was quite nice, and reminded me of past July’s (not the only thing today to remind of those: indeed, there were moments during the evening which did quite the same).
Don’t have much more to add except for a hope of updating more often and with more content. Until that time, a song and a picture. 🙂