Today my favourite boy turned 33 and I surprised him by hiring a canoe and taking a little trip down the river.
We paddled upstream, through lush farmland, towards the very source of the Thames. The river was so peaceful we honestly didn't see a single other boat or person for the whole afternoon. We found a secluded mooring spot to tie up the canoe and sheltered under the willows from the light rain with a very special birthday picnic.
Paddling back was much easier as we had the current to help us, which was just as well as we were feeling rather full and lazy after our feast. After a few collisions with branches and a near miss with a swan, my tummy muscles were also aching from laughing so much.
I want our own canoe more badly than ever- I am totally hooked!




















































