Sileby Lock

On a rather grey day I took a stroll across the rather squelchy Cossington Water Meadows (the clue is in the name I suppose). There is a lovely little weir at Sileby Lock on the River Soar - why do we find gazing upon flowing water so mesmerising? (I say 'we' as I'm sure I'm not alone!)

Extras: The lock from the south and the lady who kindly named her boat after one of my songs. https://on.soundcloud.com/4tHRt