Here it is. The lovely Loire, up and down river from the fifteen minute point. Actually fifteen minutes from a friend’s house where I dropped the kids to try and get some work done today.
Walked along the cycle path. Not a very nice class of cyclists today. Not one of them managed more than a very slight nod. I was determined not to be the first to say hello as I was in a pig-headed mood. Perhaps my pig-headedness was written all over my face and helped to discourage people from saying hello when they might have done otherwise. Whatever. Chickens and eggs and all that.
Walked back by the lake and saw the crested grebe out on the water, fishing.