Still waters run shallow

Lovely day with friends mooching round a local park. When the motorway crossed the countryside, it left a gravel pit which is now a lake and green sprawl used by dog walkers, horse riders, families and ladies in search of a gossip and a blip. The fresh air set me up for a productive day, with some parts of the garage floor even becoming visible. I have a habit of thinking I need a sofa to recharge, when it generally turns out chat and fresh air do the job doubly well. Might even work on getting back into horse riding after today's exploits.