25 August 2016

On the walk back from King Jimmy's

Look closely and you can just make out the river, which is actually very wide but it doesn't look so here. The golf is done, the beer has been supped, the sun is setting and the air is full of wild flower scent. Us two old fellows wander back along the narrow path toward the bridge, talking gentle nonsense and mild gossip, and everything is pretty damn good as our little place in the world tips backward from its sun.