Hello everyone, I’m back in England.
Which may seem like a strange thing, because if you read my posts, it looks like I never left!
I did leave England for almost 2 months, but the day I left, my computer left me.
That is to say that the hard drive on my pc packed it in.
Just like that.
The black screen of death.
So the past two months have been a bit of a nightmare trying to recover data, trying to see if my old PC (still under warranty) is fixable or replaceable, and getting a new pc for the meantime as it became apparent that the company who made my old pc would take their time, (and need gentle encouragement in the form of an all-out rant on social media by my brilliant SIL), for me to get any recourse.
In the meantime, I’ve been back to Vancouver, became a family dog owner, went to see our little ones in Kelowna…twice, had a garage sale, taught my last journal course before my summer break, collected millions of photos….and had no computer and no Photoshop to share.
So, while this is where I am today, I do have a second pc that now has Photoshop, and I will share a sort of back and forth mix of posts, but for now, I’m back in Oxfordshire five fields away from my river.
The earth is sun-scorched.
I think I got here just in the nick of time to save parts of my garden.
But the river is beautiful.
I’ve been walking the jet lag off and my most favourite walk is the Thames right here.
It’s such a Wind in the Willows area.
Any minute it feels like Mr Toad could come paddling by.
As a matter of fact, each time I get close to the water, I frighten some creature which immediately splooshes in.
In the fields here is a pill box from WWII, looking now more like a relic from some tiny castle rather than a strategic military bunker erected in uncertain times.
On the river is a large flock of geese.
These guys tend to fly over the cottage later on in the summer.
The day is hot, but finally I come to my destination.
Today I wanted to come sit under this foot bridge.
Those cement footholds are perfect for sitting on and dangling your feet in the cool water.
To my left is a metalic green-blue damselfly.
He flutters around after some prey or to ward off other damselflies and returns to his perch again and again.
On the right, the river bends some reeds which give the stillness a small bubbling sound.
I stayed for a few minutes just taking it all in, and then turned back for home.
By the time I walked down the field, the geese were fed up wih doging boats and waddled up on the shore.
I don’t blame them.
Even though the river is quieter than normal, there still is a lot of activity.
I realised that everyone just might be indoors watching the Fifa World Cup when I walked past this narrow boat and heard a “YESSS!” and a “WHAAAHOOO!”, and glanced inside to see the brightly lit screen of the TV.
Back down the river, back home to the cottage and about to send some more posts your way.