Losing Track

Somehow this morning I lost all track of time. We set out for a walk along the canal and in my head I thought it was about 1pm. After we had been walking for a couple of hours I asked the time. Imagine my surprise when I was told that it was 11.30 am. It was all very disorienting. But at least I hadn't missed lunch.

This group of youngsters were being launched from the bank, beside the scout hut, into the canal. There was a great deal of excitement in the air.