Sunset.

I missed to blog yesterday, though I did try, technology beat me again. Well, technology coupled with frustration. The new tablet works a treat, with the exception of letting me log into my blog site causing me some mild frustration. Having said that I could have logged in on the PC as I have now and posted from there, but, by the time I though about doing that I’d had enough of technology and decided that being a vegetable in front of the telly was the order of the rest of the evening.

I had got out, I had fully intended to post, I certainly got a photo or two to use and not blogging was a source of frustration, not for any reason other than I set off on this venture with the intention of creating something every day for a year, a diary by any other name. So far I think there has only been one previous occasion on which I didn’t make it, so far we’re into the high eighties or low nineties, things are going well. I suppose I could increase the daily tally on one or two occasions to balance things up but would that be an overindulgence on my part, I’d hate to deprive any avid reader of the benefit of my observations ( said with tongue very firmly in cheek ).

Last night’s venture was a slightly hurried affair, time was marching on and sunset, such that it was, began to loom large on the horizon quite literally. A brisk walk to the river bank seemed to offer the best potential and so it proved to be. The brisk, cool breeze that had been in evidence all day, taking the edge off the Spring sunshine, had dropped leaving a mild, moderate evening. The slow old river was it’s usual lazy self and the odd fish surfaced causing the mirror like surface to break and ripple gently, slowly, the circles ever increasing until they faded out to nothing and the glass like stillness returned. A large Heron, disturbed at the waters edge, unseen by me at first, took flight and it’s huge grey wings powered it swiftly down stream and away from any perceived danger posed my my clumsy stumblings. Not that I ever posed it any danger, the Heron’s flying skills far outweighing any of mine! I spent the next thirty minutes up and down the river bank attempting to capture the last dying ray’s of light before finally deciding to call it a day and head home with whatever I’d managed to capture, a great end to a good day.