The Ebullience of Cousins

I've been looking forward to doing this post for sometime.  It is a day from our time in England that I had forgotten and that then came back to me with all its emotion attached.  Just before we left England to come home, Cynthia and John drove us to Rickmansworth and we walked around a lake and along another part of the Grand Union Canal.  Mum was pretty tired by this time and sat watching the lake while John, Cynthia and I walked.

The Man who loved Lock Dancing

We saw this cat as we walked back along the canal.

She had a sort of come hither look so we followed her to this barge.

Then a young man came along carrying a duck.  He was like the personification of the Green Man.  He and his father lived on the barge.  He had found the duck injured some months ago and had nursed it back to health but it still had difficulty swimming, so he took it for a supervised swim everyday.  As you can imagine, I was enchanted.

If you look very carefully, you can see the duck by the open door.  Cat and duck get on fine together.

And here's another barge cat we met - just in case Ella is looking.