Friday, 2 March 2012

Waterlog: The Moat

Just to give you a flavour of Roger Deakin's Waterlog,
  • The warm rain tumbled from the gutter in one of those midsummer downpours as I hastened across the lawn behind my house in Suffolk and took shelter in the moat.  Breaststroking up and down the thirty yards of clear, green water, I nosed along, eyes just at water level.  The frog's-eye view of rain on the moat was magnificent.  Rain calms water, it freshens it, sinks all the floating pollen, dead bumblebees and other flotsam.  Each raindrop exploded in a momentary, bouncing fountain that turned into a bubble and burst.  The best moments were when the storm intensified, drowning birdsong, and a haze rose off the water as though the moat itself were rising to meet the lowering sky.  Then the rain eased and the reflected heavens were full of tiny dancers; water sprites springing up on tiptoe like bright pins over the surface.  It was raining water sprites.
This is truly a love letter to swimming and one of the great adventure/nature books.  Get inspired for the lighter evenings!

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