a wiwwa runs through it

A lovely Sunday amble through a short section of Rock Creek Park, which runs 12 miles through the suburbs of DC and Maryland and ends at the Potomac. Many joggers and cyclists, beautiful autumn leaves and a couple of mallards which James spotted and photographed. Siena was fascinated with the river, or indeed creek, and celebrated with a new word, see title. In the morning we went to mass at St Matthews Cathedral, vast and Byzantine, where JFK lay in state. Very low key, with typically drony Catholic singing led by an austere lady cantor in a maroon cassock.