B led and I followed. Sometimes I lack the motivation, and I’ve learned its ok to carried along on the crest of B’s enthusiasm – confident that I’ll get into it as we go. And I did. We had a crackin’ day out.
So we got the bikes into the car and took a drive to the Abergavenny Canal, parking up at bridge 74. From there, we got onto the canal and headed north. At leisure. Having relay races with the barges – could do with one of those in a setting such as this for holidays and weekends away, rather than the traditional caravan that I loved in my youth . Gorgeous day with dappled sun thru oaks and beeches. Astrantia (the carrots cousin) from gardeners world last night all along the banks. Tipping their white crowns to the passing weekend captains and their slightly merry crews.
Met a man mooring his barge up at the back door to his cottage. Now, there’s a life.
Turn a corner and into shade. Wild garlic. Woah. A picnic table on a bend accessible to those with boats or water wings. A buzzard bursts out from the crown of a beech tree and disappears off down the hillside – looking for carion or the next bus to Abergavenny. The sky above filled with silent paragliders and hang-gliders who dip in and out of our narrative. We’re like ants to them as they live their own adventure in the sky.
What a day. Glorious in its detail. Soul singing and batteries recharged. Joyful and deep down tired.
Life is good.
(Photos below in ‘Abergavenny – only a canal away)
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