Glorious River Morning

The river Wensum from Fye Bridge. It's an icy morning, the Blackbirds appearing as soon as I put out meal worm for them. There's a slight mist. My concentration is good. I'm reading big chunks of the Ted Hughes biography, unusual for me to read in the morning.I'm reading both Ted's and Sylvia's poems as they are mentioned.  It activates in me memories of the same period : 1963 and why I went to the then Southern Rhodesia.