The dam on the new block is a favourite spot with the grandchildren but, for me, the creek is still the best. I took a walk along its banks one evening a couple of days ago. I'd been sewing all day, and I hadn't produced what I'd hoped. In fact I threw the outcome into the bin in disgust. I still can't figure out where I went wrong but there's no doubt I did. Go wrong, that is. Twice. After I stuffed it up the first time I unpicked it and tried again. Couldn't believe I made exactly the same mistake again.
The sound of water running gently over rocks was just what I needed. I sat for a while near the spot where another little stream falls into the creek.
I wandered on (and scrambled in parts) enjoying the reflections where the water was calmer.
On the way home I stopped by the dam to see how much the baby mallards had grown. There's one that is so much braver than the others which hide in the rushes the minute I arrive. Or maybe less smart as it took very little notice of me. It has yet to learn about Stranger Danger. It did, however, stay on the far side of the water. I had to sit patiently for ages until it came a little closer.
Not close, but close enough. I had to crop the shot and am more than happy with it.