It was on April 8th, that I had my first taste of the English sun. We - my aunt, cousin, Puttachi and I - planned a trip to Henley-on-Thames, of course, after a lot of consultation of weather forecasts. True to the prediction, it was a lovely day. The sun was out, the sky was blue and cloudless, with aeroplane contrails streaking it white.
The riverside was magnificent. Bare trees were fuzzy, with a suggestion of the lovely green that would become obvious in the coming weeks. Weeping willows drooped gracefully. The river was blue, and the grass was green and inviting.
We walked on one bank of the river, and on the other bank stood pretty little cottages, with boat garages. Big boats sailing down the river were moored on the side of the bank on which we walked, and I peered shamelessly through the little windows, into the dim interiors, trying to imagine what it would be like - a life in a houseboat, sailing the length of the river.
We played football on the greens, that are such a luxury for us, and we had some really lovely, sparkling moments. It was still much too cold, and we shivered when the wind blew, but smiled when the sun did.
On the way back, we visited The Maharajah's Well at Stoke Row, and got back home.
There's something about rivers and its banks that appeal to me, and walking is one of my passions - so the combination is, well, deadly.
We had many more lovely times in England and Scotland, but this day will stand out as one of the most beautiful, brilliant days I've experienced.
3 comments:
lovely pictures shruthi! and your little recap nuggets realy make me want to visit europe/uk soon :)
I agree with above comment. The photos are lovely.
superb photos and u r taking me thro UK in very descriptive way. walk on the one of the famous river sides is marvellous and I love rivers and river beds ( ofcourse clean and neat one ) not vrishabavathi or chennai one which flows thro city
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