Catch Up.

I failed to write yesterday, I didn’t fail to get out, I didn’t fail to take a photograph or two, I just got caught up in ‘the beautiful game’ of football last night. Not that there was anything particularly beautiful about it and as the match wore on I had the distinct feeling that my time would have been far better spent writing my blog, however, what’s done is done as they say.

Today I’ve noticed that the tally for this little venture is rapidly reaching the three hundred mark, which means that in a little over two months I’ll have achieved my aim of writing and photographing for the entire year, I’m amazed that I’ve managed to keep the ball rolling as it were. There have been odd occasions where I’ve missed a day but seldom more than a day, on some occasions I’ve made up the count by writing twice just to try and keep things on the go as it were. There are days when the creative juices don’t flow and then there are days when things come to fruition almost as simply as falling off the proverbial log. I guess I’m lucky that the local area gives so much in variety and that I’m able to have the time to access so much of it.

Yesterday’s up and down weather gave me the opportunity to wander the river bank and the low afternoon sunlight lit the trees and the river in spectacular fashion on the first part of my wanderings though the dark sky and the vivid rainbow were a constant reminder that things could change in an instance. They did, just as I was beginning to cross Durrants field. On a summers day with the sunshining Durrants field is a big field, it feels almost the size of a field and a half….on a winters afternoon with the rain falling it feels the size of three fields, there is no cover. Fortunately, although it rained it wasn’t particularly cold, just damp and after all, it’s only water isn’t it as I’m often reminded.