Along the wilder reaches of the river I always expect to meet Toad or Ratty messing about in boats. But all we usually find is pumice and driftwood brought down by the last flood tide. I love the brightness of clover and dandelions that have a precarious foothold on the mud-banks. Bert busies himself with all sorts of wonderful smells, and we have to keep a weather eye out to make sure he doesn’t roll in any of the more interesting ones.
along the summer river