Traffic, traffic, rat-run, traffic, late! late!    ..... aaah! I had to pull over and admire the view this morning, of the Thames at Isleworth. Birds wheeling around, mist clearing, colour seeping into the landscape, white sun. I'm reminded of one of my favourite poems, Leisure, by WH Davies - I'm sure to have quoted it…

Continue reading ➞ Early morning, the Thames at Isleworth