We were waiting for the rest of our hiking party to show up. We stood on the wooden bridge and remarked that we’d never seen the river looking that peaty. I thought it looked like coffee. A. corrected me. Hobgoblin, she said, referring to a very tasty dark beer that never lasts five minutes in our house. I decided to take a quick snap of the leaves reflected in the golden brown water; that’s the result.
This is a brief posting. I still haven't finished my day's writing, and in half an hour the weekend's big game - Manchester United v Chelsea - will kick off. Yes, I am nervy. Of course I am. Having been a Chelsea supporter for 46 years I can take most things in my stride. But defeat to that lot? I still hate it. I'll settle for a lucky 1-1 draw.