That photograph with the grass and the light is a poem…and I have been lusting after just such a boat for years. Sigh. I make do with a tiny tinny (and essential baling bucket). When there’s water in the dam, that is.
Oh I pray for water in your dam India...and as for the boat - it's not far off the kind Larry rowed me away in as we left our wedding on the river Avon (though I'd rather imagined it might be a sleek and splendid teak number!). As he rowed though, a dozen or so horses on the opposite bank took flight at the bruhaha occurring on our side as everyone cheered...and they galloped along behind us as if THE END scene from a WB movie!
That photograph with the grass and the light is a poem…and I have been lusting after just such a boat for years. Sigh. I make do with a tiny tinny (and essential baling bucket). When there’s water in the dam, that is.
Oh I pray for water in your dam India...and as for the boat - it's not far off the kind Larry rowed me away in as we left our wedding on the river Avon (though I'd rather imagined it might be a sleek and splendid teak number!). As he rowed though, a dozen or so horses on the opposite bank took flight at the bruhaha occurring on our side as everyone cheered...and they galloped along behind us as if THE END scene from a WB movie!
How utterly fabulous!