Living is easy

Living is not easy. I am moored next to a boat who likes to run their engine early in the morning, their generator at night and whose dogs like to natter away at strange times in the night.  I can’t move because we are on red boards.

However, this morning when I gazed out of the side hatch to the church rising above the buildings under the blue sky one way and the mist rising up from the water all under crisp blue skies I was swept with tranquillity.

The mist had gone by the time I decided to get my camera out but here are some pictures: