Beewriter

By Beewriter

The Wader

I went for another walk around Entwistle Reservoir this morning with Pat. We had left home in sunshine but I drove into thick mist as we headed through Bolton. It hung over the water all morning, as we walked down the steps to the path it was like entering an abyss. You could not tell where the air met the water, it was eerie but in a magical way. The heron seemed to be suspended.

We sat on a bench half way round for a piece of cake and a cuppa...I love my little thermos. As some walkers went by I said we had just stopped to admire the view...lol.

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