Wet and not very wilderness

What would the world be, once bereft
Of wet and wildness? Let them be left,
Oh let them be left, wildness and wet;
Long live the weeds and the wilderness yet.”

from 'Inversnaid' (Gerard Manley Hopkins)

I had this on the brain, it's quoted in a book I'm currently reading, but to be honest, when I went down to the marshes early this morning I was quite confident the ground would be dry (unlike last winter, when I nearly lost my wellies!). But the dew soaked straight through trainers , socks and joggy bottoms, so silly me..

Anyway, this may be wet and weedy, but I can't pretend it's really wilderness, more ultra-managed fishing territory, but I did have a large fox cross my path and a pair of heron rise up under my feet, so it did feel quite a way from city life.

Glass of wine with lunch. Isn't Sunday a good? Hope your is going well xx