floating in the way that bricks don't

Leamington Spa towpath. Deliciously icy as I strode from house to house catching up. Enjoying the heightened sparkling conversation, borne of the conjunction of visit brevity coupled with depth of bond. The surfaced ducks were not impressed with the icy conditions, narrow boats were stuck 'in the doldrums' and it finally felt like proper winter underfoot.

Caught up with a fair few of the usual suspects, one fab unexpected re-acquaintance and much associated gossip.. oh and a shedload of samosas from the High Street. :)

The final items obviously necessitating a little samosa dance once I returned home to Brissle with my spicy spoils.