Scarce

Gorgeous this afternoon to walk on the bank of the River Severn and see the fairy-lights flashing over the water, listening to the cuckoos not so far away.

A scarce chaser poised here, as was I over the water surface in the heat and sun. True to form and I'm not telling hubs as he would just snigger,  I slipped and fell partly in. Standing on a fisherman's pontoon I just hit the boards with a bump on my bum only getting wet feet which soon dried. 

The female turned up on the path home. In Extra