Canal at Sebastapol

“Until you make the unconscious conscious, it will direct your life and you will call it fate.”   
C.G. Jung

An unexpected walk along the canal today after a morning hunched over a tender report.  The skies had cleared and it was warm and sunny, so my fleece was a bit superfluous!  It's amazing the growth along there, the fish were rising and the moorhens paddled about with their young - second clutches I guess?  And from the depths came a Pike today, the first I can remember seeing in the canal, pointed out to me by J as it just sort of hung out below the surface, rather menacingly [if you happen to be a minnow on its menu].