Wednesday, 4 November 2009
Views from the River Bank.
The tide was out and mud was present; thick, gloopy, squidgy river mud which for once had no particular smell. Penryn River Mud is somewhat renowned around here for that pungent pong of an ebbing tidal river. I, of course, quite like it.
Doesn't it make you want to stick you feet into it? Actually, now I think about it the river was flowing gently back in, not ebbing, the drift of the tide seeming not to move and yet rapidly setting the boats lined along the banks free from their muddy moorings.
I love the way boats tilt at almost impossible angles, waiting to come to life again like some sleeping ocean creature.
This houseboat fascinates me, though I have no idea why. I have walked along the bank where the path runs high above it many times and still am no wiser about it.
So pretty in all its guises: high or low tide, rain or sun, the river is just magical.
Well, that's me for today. Hopefully tomorrow will be a post about this and all things related
or maybe I have now guaranteed it won't happen just yet - curse my doubting heart. We'll see and in the meantime...
Have a lovely day x