I cried today. More than once, but the second time was for such a lovely reason.

On my river tour yesterday, I saw a beautiful painted butterfly on a wall and I thought, “oh, I want my picture there”. Of course I was here, there and everywhere today and totally forgot about it – until I was on my way back to the hotel this evening after a full day, in the sun and I was exhausted – until I saw the butterfly across a couple of bridges. My first thought was “I can’t be bothered, it’s only a photo”. Then of course I thought, “hang on, I was desperate for that photo yesterday – what’s changed?” I gave myself a shake, and went to get that photo. I have thought for a few days now that I should probably get a selfie stick, today I think I need to!

I zoomed that camera out as far as I could, nope – not happening! Two girls then came and stood waiting for me to finish and I began to walk away, resigned to the fact I would not get that photo. A couple was approaching (50s I think, maybe 60s) and the woman was saying “I’ll take that for you, we’ll make this work!” Between her, and the other two girls standing they took some pretty cool photos for me, I was more than grateful.