The river's been high this past few days, remarkably so on Tuesday morning after really heavy rain all through the night.
By Wednesday morning (when I took this photo) it had gone down by a good couple of feet, even though once again we had had a wet and windy night. The daffodils that had been underwater in the field across from the river just the day befor were once again visible and drying off in the wind, it's amazing how resilient they are. I love the power of nature, but the high winds buffeting the van and causing thuds, bangs and strange noises have made the last few nights a bit disturbed.
Although little Suky snored through it all.
She loves her morning and evening perambulations around the riverbank. She keeps her eyes open and her nose twitching looking for leftover food that has been thrown out for the resident wild ducks, but rarely finding any ... they're a greedy bunch and gobble up anything they are given.
Most mornings we cross the bridge into the fields on the opposite side of the river, dogs are allowed off their leads there and Suky has a little mooch around before rejoining me for a plod along the raised banks or round the far field.
We watch the trains rumbling past us high on the embankment, crossing the arched bridges every few minutes. Passenger trains carrying people along the northern lines and long, long goods trains. Every now and then I stand and count the goods wagons, I like the thought that every container being pulled by an engine is one less lorry thundering along the roads and motorways. Sometimes there are more than thirty being pulled by one engine ... railways are good.
Crossing back we walk along the bank on our side of the river, circling the park and playing 'spot the difference'. At this time of year, right at the start of the season, vans are coming and going. Being moved on the back of large lorries into or off the park, or towed from one position to another by the park owners tractor or Landrover as their owners decide they fancy a new location for the coming year.
We're happy where we are ... I don't think we'll be moving anywhere for the foreseeable future, especially after all our work last year around the Van.
Strolling back through the park owners vans ... the ones they hire out to weekly holidaymakers ... we head back to our van. The thought of getting warm and a mug of hot coffee, and perhaps toast with homemade marmalade makes me quicken my step ... and Suky sensing we're homeward bound is happy to follow suit.
But there's just enough time to have a peek in the windows of the row of new vans for sale. I love seeing the different layouts and imagining what I would do with them if they were mine.
It's not a long walk, it takes us around half an hour on a wet day and up to an hour on a nice fresh day, but it's enough exercise for little Pug legs, and enough to get me in the mood for breakfast and of course more coffee ... always more coffee.
Sue xx



































