Scenes like this just make me want to pack a picnic basket and a bag full of books, and head off to the neighbourhood dam for an afternoon of reading. (Unfortunately we don't have a boat though, so I'd have to be content with a spot on the grass under the trees.)

There are few luxuries I crave quite as much or as often as a guilt-free afternoon of reading - there always seem to be so many other things that need to be done, must be done, can't be ignored. I'm certain I'm not the only one who feels this way...