SUMMERTIME ...

   This was taken under a bridge as heavy farm traffic reverberated above my head

Well I'm going back to ten days ago for this post when we explored a short walk along 

the towpath alongside part of the River Cam where this houseboat is permanently moored (yes I said houseboat) people really do live on this and have done for some time now. It's quite a sight to see the ducks and swans visit around it, obviously in hope of extra food. If it were not for the fact that the bridge in the background carries a lot of heavy traffic, I imagine it could be quite a peaceful place to be with all the varying fen light.

The way the evening start of the sunset highlighted these trees with their roots in the watery side of the river was just lovely and one almost expected to see Ratty or Mole poddling around the river bank. The only sounds were that of the water birds as they took flight along the waters edge.

Then through the trees an unexpected splash of colour glowing in the deepening sky light.

Someone obviously cares for this old boathouse. I wonder what craft they use to go up and down the river, it has a modern sort of Swallows and Amazons feel about it, the sort of place where one could have youthful adventures and imagine Captain Flint on the houseboat up by the bridge. All around were the flat arable fields with geese honking and mallard laughing at duck style jokes and a few moorhens circumnavigating through the reeds     which quite intrigued the dog who only knows the ducks on the local village pond. On the nights I take him out, he always says hello to them and they quietly quack at him.
However, last night he did something even more unusual for him and when shut in the kitchen with the two girls ... took a whole box of cheese selection from the table. I went in to find various cheese wrappers and three guilty faces! This morning it was obvious he had had a lions share of the spoils because he was not at all well and had to be taken to the vets. Luckily the dachshunds were as bouncy as usual but it was a dog with a very tender stomach that entered the surgery and having been suitably medicated, returned home for a much less adventurous afternoon with just boiled chicken for a light evening meal.
On the way to buy the chook meat I drove across some commons land and unlike oor home grazing rights for sheep, this area has cattle and horses grazing and this sign ... 

and with that, it's time to turn the clocks forward to British Summertime!