dressing for the occasion

So, there we were, quietly paddling about in the river:  my friend in wide linen trousers cuffed and safety pinned at the knee, and me in a full length skirt, gathered up in swathes to a decorous ‘below the knee’.  Oh, and I had my handbag over my shoulder,  of course, since it held my water and keys.

Somehow I don’t think that’s quite the view the three twenty-somethings were expecting when they climbed up the salmon leap.

home

I’m home now, with purring cat beside me and lots of unexpected messages awaiting my attention.

For the first time in my life, I must resist the temptation to bore you with a slide show. But this is where I’ve been for the past few days:

fjellstedtska

and here was my early morning view:

view from Peter Fjellstedt Foundation

No doubt a few choice churchy photos will emerge over the next week, as well as further reflections. But for now, I must try to sleep.