Monday 10th August
The hottest day yet.
A little adventure.
With a seven year old and a seventy year old
Through field of golden mown hay
To find the River Roach
We get as far as a wooded glade
with a little confluence of streams
And throw stones and play poo sticks.
Jealously watching dogs cool off in the water
The signpost points to two of our previous walks.
And on to the lake in cherry orchard.
But the heat points us home.
Via blackberries, sloes
And the bubblegum shop
Here now by the pond.
And the shade offers some relief
from the simmering heat.
Silver scales glide slow
Needles float in swirls
And Poisonous pineberries bob
in the lightest of winds.
High and low Dandelion fairies drift
But the main movement
comes from the white Butterflies
fluttering silently all around