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Tap tap, pause, tap, tap, longer pause. Typing one fingered is exhaustingly slow, at least having a fancy modern phone means I can sit here and write in the great outdoors, like a more technologically adept Chris Yates with my plastic, metal and silicon based notebook.

I’m off work. I’m not bunking off and I’m not on leave. I’m off because my fractured carpal bone and torn ligaments make it hard to drive and type. The only piece of luck is that it’s not my casting hand and those nice kindly folks at the NHS have given me a waterproof brace for my left hand.

But

The sun is shining and I’m sat surrounded by a sea of verdant greens. The undulating waves of bright young corn fill the field behind me, rising and falling like neon surf crashing onto a chalk shore. Ironic when you consider the origins of the chalk itself but there, again, I’m getting diverted by things. We’ll leave the geology discussion for another day.

Around my head the sun dapples through the light fringed neon greens of new leaves, sparkling in patches as the breeze moves the patchwork from side to side, a never ending kaleidoscope of greens and twinkles.

At my feet the Avon flows on it’s way to Amesbury. The star-wort and ranunculus waft in the current, yet more greens. It’s like being surrounded by a patchwork made up of waitrose, asda and m&s uniforms. Apparently lime green is the must have marketing colour this year.

Seems mother nature as always is setting trends.

The air is alive with fly life; Gangly hawthorns, dribs and drabs of olives and a few tiny tiny things that defy my poor entomology skills. The mayfly (that’s what the English call mayfly – Ephemera Danica in this case) are just starting to show, ones or twos fluttering about, ignored at this stage by the trout

There is a reason for sitting here without a rod I’m sure. damned if I can remember what it was, but it’s been quite nice to tap slowly away at the phone and watch the world around me. The alarm is set for 3:00 and when it blares at me the real world can intrude again and I’ll trundle off to collect Joe from school. For now however, I have time to sit and stare and think long thoughts about geology and words written under rocks.

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