The River

Rushing, charging, bumbling liquid, cutting through mountain rock, stealing the natural minerals. Rolling down the valley leaves it’s source to wind it’s course like a knight on a horse. Wet, white water sandwiched in banks of lush green, picture post card scene. Cutting the valley rock by rock thousands of years through the valley it hops.

Then slowly, the might of the water diminishes as the river is calmed by the rocks, running clear across its bed. See the fish and insects swim as people paddle and soak their limbs. Children with bandy nets play on the rocks , in shorts and swim suits no shoes and socks. Pushing and splashing feet thrashing. Cold water refreshing the skin in this paradise we are in.  Sheep creeping to the waters edge, eating grass and veg. 

Woollen coats hang from their back legs to their throats ready for shearing, drinking in the clearing. Couples sit on deckchairs and blankets picnic baskets, sandwiches hand picked. Lunch by the river tranquil space. Beautiful river paradise place. Feel the cold of the water on my hands and face where the rivers slows to a gentle pace. 


Smooth as silk, sugar and milk. Cold from the fridge melt in the heat, feels good to eat. Melt on the fingers, in the throat it lingers. Addictive a fix a heady mix, little parcels, slabs or sticks. Milk, white and dark it all creates a spark. Cooking or spreading or grating chocolate heaven.

It’s the quick snack or even a six-pack. The box that nan sent as the present, full of coloured centres packed in little trays, it only lasts a couple of days. Chocolate changes your mood a real comfort food, to refuse would be rude. Belgium Swiss and American to, which one are you? Nuts and caramel Turkish delight, soft centre or hard one is just right, heavy and light.

Eat in the day or the middle of the night any time it’s just right, in it’s wrapper bold and bright. Chocolate cake and brownies too maybe even a chocolate fondue. Take it in a picnic on a visit to the zoo, send to your beau to say I love you, special occasions or just cos you’re bored, chocoholic many bars you hoard. If you have a spat or even loose the cat, getting yourself in a right state chocolate is your soul mate.