Reflections on a Screen

Coming back to life on the river

This morning I woke up and opened the shutters to be greeted by a mother mallard scurrying her newborn chicks between the narrowboats, tiny stripes of frantic fluff bobbing over the ripples. The Canada geese appeared along the wall next to the lock-keepers cottage, 100 of them at least. They took turns to peer down at the metre drop to the river, hesita…