Canal Walk

My dad came over for the day, so after a couple of hours working in the garden whilst Roy and my dad waited for Lewis Hamilton to win the Hungarian Grand Prix we drove over to Rickmansworth for a walk down the canal. It was a beautiful day, probably the hottest so far of the year and it was just perfect for a few hours strolling along the towpath towards Watford (not that we got that far!), looking at the boats, swans and countryside.





I loved how some of the boats were really rusting up; the texture of the flaking paint and rough ropes tied around the cleats.







Along the towpath the blackberries and elderberries were just starting to ripen; in particular the blackberries were every shade from green, through to red, through to black. They tasted quite bitter still.





I hoped to see dragonflies amongst the plants and reeds at the waters edge but nothing, just a few bees collecting nectar. However there were a couple of swans with two cygnets, still with their grey feathers.



After a mile or so, we cut off through some footpaths that took us out in the town centre and made our way back to the pub at the entrance to the Aquadrome for a quick drink. It was then about time to go back and start the barby and just chill out in the garden.