BY THE MAD HATTER
Everyone was looking forward to this years glorious event, and we were hoping that the wonderful weather wed been having lately, would hold out for us.
It had been raining heavily over night, but as Grandmas friendly tea-leaves had so rightly predicted it would be a hot, sunny Sunday.
Carrying my delicate, hand built yacht, I carefully negotiated the white-knuckled, hair raising, Herculean boatmans descent to the lake side, I was told that there was a very real chance of being ravished by post-natal depressed Wallabys, or being smothered by unloved, suckling Joeys, or even being heckled by a large group of tea drinking Dabblers. So after I unpacked my boat, I sat down quietly, and started to sip, my smoothly infused, hot mug of tea, huddled inside the safety of an incognito Gazebo, whilst I watched, listened and learned.
Many species of butterfly decided to emerge from their ultra modern, crystallized, mono-pod homes today, to celebrate the Dabblers wonderful Midsummer Madness Boating Regatta, and were seen quickly flitting about the colourful, local talent, and well-tasty flowers, that were growing in profusion by the beautifully maintained lakeside, in a glorious and ecstatic extravaganza of newly found hope, pristine nervousness and carefree, diaphanous excitement.
It had been raining heavily over night, but as Grandmas friendly tea-leaves had so rightly predicted it would be a hot, sunny Sunday.
Carrying my delicate, hand built yacht, I carefully negotiated the white-knuckled, hair raising, Herculean boatmans descent to the lake side, I was told that there was a very real chance of being ravished by post-natal depressed Wallabys, or being smothered by unloved, suckling Joeys, or even being heckled by a large group of tea drinking Dabblers. So after I unpacked my boat, I sat down quietly, and started to sip, my smoothly infused, hot mug of tea, huddled inside the safety of an incognito Gazebo, whilst I watched, listened and learned.
Many species of butterfly decided to emerge from their ultra modern, crystallized, mono-pod homes today, to celebrate the Dabblers wonderful Midsummer Madness Boating Regatta, and were seen quickly flitting about the colourful, local talent, and well-tasty flowers, that were growing in profusion by the beautifully maintained lakeside, in a glorious and ecstatic extravaganza of newly found hope, pristine nervousness and carefree, diaphanous excitement.
Myriads of ELECTRONIC BLUE Damsel fly were also seen to be falling in love, flirting, and chasing Dabblers and their boats all around the lake.In the background could be heard tiny Revelations of Life, in all their awe-inspiring Sunday worship, with their audible faint tunes from various melodies of enchanted bird song, sung from deep within the wooded, green vespers, of their untouched, leafy-domed cathedrals, that magnificently surround the Leonardslee Lakes and Gardens.
But above all this colourful rich tapestry of self-preservation, and patchworked scenes of lovely, pure, natural mayhem, was heard the loud vocal chatterings, coming from the visiting, rowdy crowd, of delighted, happy Dabblers, who had brought a boat or two to sail.
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