The Weir

And here and there a foamy flake
Upon me, as I travel
With many a silver water-break
Above the golden gravel,

And draw them all along, and flow
To join the brimming river,
For men may come and men may go,
But I go on forever.

From The Brook, by Alfred Tennyson

After a tense and hectic weekend, today was more leisurely. A day off spent frustratingly not fixing the laptop, before heading out for a glorious walk by the river. Took the chance to play with camera taking shots of the weir. Felt happy in the knowledge I learnt lots without worrying about how the results turned out.

Tomorrow I must get back to looking at other peoples blips again - always good for inspiration.