Night Punting

We followed a swan in the maroon darkness all the way back from Granchester, it seemed to be floating in darkness, curved white neck unreflected. Flit of shadows and silhouettes of leaves and cold splash soft sound and I could feel ripples slide under the punt and under my back, lightly lifting and gently tipping.

Tonight my paper garments go on catwalk (see earlier posts) - photos up later.