...maintained:

two dry feet in exchange for one wet butt. Well, one can't have all it seems...

And more deluding, the floodwaters at the weir don't really make exciting pictures unless you are willing to get a bit more wet than I got.
So you get some lovely splashing, taken between tea (the cup) with B. and the 'sucking out all my concentration' afternoon/ evening in office.

Had there been a weekend? Damn!



Be aware of the Ritscha, she'll drown you!

Bütscha la Ritscha
Nona dschaiva: «Attenziun
Nun ir giò l'aua
I vain la Ritscha
Ella ta bütscha
Ella ta stira giò aint il Rom
Cun charn e pletscha
La noscha Ritscha
Ta najainta
Oura Furom.»

Linard Bardill

This is Vallader (Romansh) btw, an absolute adorable language!