Ever feel like somebody is following you? My faithful steeds obeying my every demand, yet not a sound were they making.
Sometimes the moment comes when you least expect it. This weekend it happened early morning on the River Fal, as I was preparing to meet the scouts for their paddling expedition. A calm moodiness to the day, with low hanging fog over the estuary. Was the day going to be sunny or was the land to be shrouded in breathless tranquil pillows of mist.
Either way it was always going to be perfect.