As Tillerman pointed out my post last weeeknd about the weather was a little depressing, so for the first time in a few weeks Saturday morning dawned well if not bright but at least fine and dry I grabbed the opportunity to go for an early morning row.
The water was like a mirror with just the lightest breath of wind starting to ripple the water out in the middle of the river.
Gradually the sun started to rise over the trees on the eastern shore lending a yellow light to the scene.
It's been a long few weeks at work but rowing a few miles in the early morning blew away the cobwebs, I pulled the boat back up the hill feeling fit and hungry ready for breakfast.
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