Last Day Of Summer
I love this place. Mottisfont Abbey.
I grew up not ten miles away from it and never got round to visiting. We had a fantastic afternoon here on what I am convinced was the last, perfect day of Summer. There was a strong, fresh wind, the sunlight was golden and warm but not scorching and the temperature was just perfect. It was like the Summer was bidding me farewell for another year. We spent a long time wandering beside the type of river I really love - deep, fast-flowing mature river, cold and very clear. The type of water that you get the best watercress from. Test Valley water.
The river was full of different sizes of trout. I mean a lot of trout. I think they might have been brown trout, too. They were having a lovely time - swinging through the current, basking in the sunlit calm spots near the bank and hiding in the weed. I think this river is trout-heaven.
I didn't want that day to end, it seemed so perfect. We eked every bit of relaxation and pleasure out of every hour we spent there - it was a special time. It's been a strange and special Summer, I've been ill for a lot of it, but I've spent a lot of time thinking and cuddling my sweet old mog. I've changed my future and chosen another path than the one I was on. This Summer has seemed far too short -but Autumn will bring me other reasons to be happy, and Winter will be very different now that I am so active during the day, instead of office-bound.
It was a lovely place to spend a special day.
I grew up not ten miles away from it and never got round to visiting. We had a fantastic afternoon here on what I am convinced was the last, perfect day of Summer. There was a strong, fresh wind, the sunlight was golden and warm but not scorching and the temperature was just perfect. It was like the Summer was bidding me farewell for another year. We spent a long time wandering beside the type of river I really love - deep, fast-flowing mature river, cold and very clear. The type of water that you get the best watercress from. Test Valley water.
The river was full of different sizes of trout. I mean a lot of trout. I think they might have been brown trout, too. They were having a lovely time - swinging through the current, basking in the sunlit calm spots near the bank and hiding in the weed. I think this river is trout-heaven.
I didn't want that day to end, it seemed so perfect. We eked every bit of relaxation and pleasure out of every hour we spent there - it was a special time. It's been a strange and special Summer, I've been ill for a lot of it, but I've spent a lot of time thinking and cuddling my sweet old mog. I've changed my future and chosen another path than the one I was on. This Summer has seemed far too short -but Autumn will bring me other reasons to be happy, and Winter will be very different now that I am so active during the day, instead of office-bound.
It was a lovely place to spend a special day.
posted by Catherine at 23:33
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