Water in the canals, as it should be, is opaque and sort of orangey and looks like you could stand a teaspoon up in it. Here on the River Soar it is clear and dark and lets light through so that all sorts of greenery flourishes beneath the surface. It's rather inviting, in a chilly kind of way.
Walking with Annie the Narrow Dog early this morning, there was a wonderful sight; the sun burning through the gaps in the willow tree on the bank was warm enough to raise wisps of mist from the bright spots on the river surface. I will freely admit that as pictures go, this one is pants, but it looked lovely in real life.
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