Don’t rock the boat...
The hot summer sun beat down on my bare shoulders and I lamented my decision not to put on sun cream.
The glare from the gently rippling water made me squint as I flicked my piece of sweetcorn out to a spot where I thought a tench might be lurking. It was a half-hearted attempt to catch a fish but, in truth, being out in the middle of a lake in the warmth of the day in a little boat, with only my thoughts for company, was the real aim of the day. A million miles from anyone in what had been an odd, and at times hectic, summer.
A shadow skitting across the water just caught my eye. Looking up, I saw a mallard flitting across the sky, then landing