Even on a grey November morning being on the water is wonderfully good for my soul.
The last mist is lifting over the still water and faint song of birds is all around.
Leaves have changed colour and fallen since I’ve last been here, only beech and oak are holding on.
The reeds lost their gold.
A flash of electric blue and green across the water and into the reeds. It lights up my face with a big smile – to see a kingfisher is pure happiness!