SUMMER NIGHTS

NOBODY COULD MISTAKE me for other than an Englishman. None too keen on cold I’m none too keen on very hot weather either. Summer nights are sometimes restless nights and I can hardly keep my eyes open as I write this.  But I have had breakfast, lunch and supper today. And neither cold nor heat will affect my days for too long. And I have the prospect before me of peaceful hours in company with – and sometimes afloat upon – one of my favourite tidal rivers en France. I am unimaginably and undeservedly blessed and I do try not to forget that.