Afternoon in Arundel
A slowish start this morning, due to the rather lively Saturday night. But a really nice lazy afternoon.
Lorraine drove us to Arundel for a walk and talk in the country. Lovely to amble near the river in the slanting sunlight of autumn. We reached South Stoke village, and then returned along the winding Arun river to The Black Rabbit pub. Here we sat outside on a table by the river. I drank a pint of badger beer and forked down a hearty plate of roast beef and various veg, Lorraine had a beef and ale pie. Both of us feeling mellow and cheery.
Looking at the river had me struggling to remember this bit in Ode to Autumn by Keats:
Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn
Among the river-sallows, borne aloft
Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies;
A quiet evening in, chatting to Mum on the phone and generally feeling mellow and fruitful.
A slowish start this morning, due to the rather lively Saturday night. But a really nice lazy afternoon.
Lorraine drove us to Arundel for a walk and talk in the country. Lovely to amble near the river in the slanting sunlight of autumn. We reached South Stoke village, and then returned along the winding Arun river to The Black Rabbit pub. Here we sat outside on a table by the river. I drank a pint of badger beer and forked down a hearty plate of roast beef and various veg, Lorraine had a beef and ale pie. Both of us feeling mellow and cheery.
Looking at the river had me struggling to remember this bit in Ode to Autumn by Keats:
Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn
Among the river-sallows, borne aloft
Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies;
A quiet evening in, chatting to Mum on the phone and generally feeling mellow and fruitful.
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