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.
Rhythm of the Ink 