Unlike Rat in "The Wind in the Willows" who spends all his days in, on and close by the river, I've only been close by but not in or on the river these past few months.
This all changed this morning when I launched my canoe for a paddle down the river to get a new perspective on life. And it worked: with the sun shining and the river as smooth as glass with not a hippo or heffalump in sight, it was a pleasure to drift along with the tide and think of nothing in particular.
Until it was time to return to "Riverbend" and sit, dulce domum, on the verandah with a plate of cheese and fried chicken pieces washed down with a glass of red while listening to the "The Wind in the Willows".
(some of my readers are even literate enough to read it themselves here)
Life is made up of little pleasures. I drink to that!
