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An Autumn afternoon, the sun is low in the sky and casts dramatic shadows. Beyond the grasp of shadows the sunlight glimmers jewel-like and golden on the still waters of the Cut.  From black shadows to golden light, from the last warm memory of the Summer sun to the weak and watery sunlight of coming Winter, from the green verdant vigour of Summer to the sleepy yellow/umbers of Autumn to the grey/blue drab of skeletal trees…
Boating allows us an opportunity to stare, to savour, to celebrate and acknowledge each season as they turn.
“There are no right angles in the seasons, but there are corners and there came a day […] when I could see round one […] and watch the year turning.” Tim Dee pg. 254 ‘Four Fields’
 Other entries in the Reflections Series can be read HERE.

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