As Good As It Gets

Woke at 7am to this:

 

 

No Mosquitos here, as you may have gathered.

 

 

 

 

 

Then walked down the bank and stood by the river gawping at this:

Was it not for the knowledge that this place barely sees an hour of daylight in the middle of winter, I wouldn't want to leave. It's around 22 degrees at the moment and I'm in danger of getting my feet sunburned.

We had an incredibly relaxing morning. After breakfast, I did a bit of laundry ( a slight accident with my piss pot in the night :-( ......you don't want to know!), caught up on this and other Internet stuff, whilst Steve walked into town to shop for a razor and underpants, but forgot and returned with yet another fleece (he has 17 with him and another 63 at home), a thermal mug, a fishing rod (collapsible so he can strap it to the bike) and various forms of hooks, flies and other devices designed to lure fish to their death. The Poland fishing incident had clearly been bugging him and he needed to set the record straight.

So, we went fishing in the afternoon. After more than two hours the score was Scotland 2 : England 2. I gave in and returned for a siesta. It was getting very hot on the riverbank, however Steve was into his stride and really relaxing into it, so he returned to try his luck at a different spot.

It's going to be fish (even if I have to buy it - the only one worth keeping escaped the ham-fisted Ewok's clutches and bounced bak into the river, although he still claimed it as a score) and salad for tea.

A relaxed afternoon, but Steve returned empty handed, so I nipped into town to buy some grub. Turned out t be a salad for tea....I couldn't face buying fish!

Going to settle down in our lounge now and watch a bit of football then get a reasonably early night. Moving south again tomorrow. Heading home via Norway :-)