A couple of weeks ago Bruce and I went for a walk along the River Derwent. It was one of those beautiful sunny late autumn afternoons that happen from time to time.
There are some splendid old trees lining the river bank, and we paused to look at the patterns in the bark. Well, I looked at the patterns, and Bruce celebarated the trees in the usual doggy manner.
It’s been several years since I’ve walked along that particular path, but I’ll be back there soon.