Swan song.

Swans on Rydal Lake. Wide, wild, and open to the air, Which had built up everywhere An under-roof of doleful gray. With an inner voice the river ran, And down it floated a dying swan, And loudly did lament. Extract: Alfred Lord Tennyson To witness the death of a swan is a particularly disturbing experience, …

Tails from the riverbank.

Every time Hubs and I have planned to go sailing on our narrowboat this year, something’s happened to prevent it. Things like the pups being neutered, individually of course, just to make it more awkward, and  Sam eating indestructable bones and needing surgery, repeat  flu bugs….oh, the list is endless! Last weekend, our boat trip was almost sabotaged again …