Sunday at the River

The River by the garden

As you know we do not have sea here, so to the river we beach

Beautiful Willow tree

Cotton field

The River

Where the dog, the baby, the young and the old swim in harmony

Dog as usual

Our bag - as you can see Paulo Coelho travels with me

We paint, with the view of the river, no we don't swim, not in this river at least

A wild duck came too close, well because hubby was feeding it

The portable toilet, which we don't dare enter

The crowded Sunday train from the river