A picture such as this makes me miss the boat!
Cool and reflective, the water a millpond of peace and tranquility.
Our boat wouldn’t have fitted under this bridge, we were too tall, even with the covers off.
However, on our travels up the Avon river to Stratford, we would pass similar bridges, our routes underneath clearly marked with blue arrows as to which arch to take.
We nearly came a cropper on our first return journey when someone coming up river didn’t sound their horn or give way on a blind bend under a bridge, yet we had right of way coming down.
Our boat, 41 feet long and just 6’10” wide, was home for three years.
The winters were ‘different’ to those in a house, but we were warm, cosy and dry.
Most of all it was quiet.
Out on the river there were no speeding cars, no loud music, with just perhaps the occasional blues and twos sirens drifting across the air in the background.
The pace was slow and leisurely, and I scared myself silly doing 4 mph on the water as it’s like 50 on the road!