Remember those summer days when the height of enjoyment was out in the countryside in one of nature's swimming pools.
Not much has changed at Eye Bridge near Pamphill in Dorset,
part of the Stour; that lovely river meandering across Dorset,
although I cannot remember ever being bothered by horses and traps - or whatever this is called?
Time moves slowly here. Must have done for whoever carved this otter and his catch from an old tree trunk standing on the riverbank and who didn't even leave his or her name.
As in country churchyards, names are a way of remembering some of those who passed this way,
like Connie and Frank to whose memory the plaques affixed to a seat on the riverside path here speak of a long lasting affection:
nice touch isn't it?
Here's my long lasting affection, following in Frank and Connie's footsteps along the River Stour
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