Blue Lake

The field of linseed in full bloom
glimpsed through a gate
looked like a beautiful blue lake,
inviting me to paddle.

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Drifting

Drifting down river
in the current. Fun in the
January sun.

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This is the last of the ‘stones’ that I wrote while we were in Spain. We spent a wonderful warm sunny morning on the river Ebre, our daughter’s partner in a kayak and the three of us, with Rufus, the dog, in a large inflatable canoe/raft. The river flows so fast it was only necessary to paddle occasionally, to steer or to cross the current, the rest of the time we just drifted. We were on the water for about 2 hours. The sun disappeared and it turned much cooler just as we arrived at our intended journey’s end. The part of the Ebre we paddled is a beautiful river, wide and meandering, an undisturbed and peaceful wilderness. We had it to ourselves, but there are jetties and access points at fairly regular intervals so perhaps it isn’t so quiet in the summer!

Memory 6

Cleared out of the barn,
a stick and canvas two-seater canoe –
just like the one I learnt to paddle
when I was little.

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No, we didn’t throw it away, it was donated to the local Scout Troop.

Some Days

Some days,
however hard you paddle,
the current is just too strong.

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