Down by the bright River Dart

There are two rivers in Upper Swallow - the Dart and the Swallow which joins it in the town. The Dart, I guess, is thus called because it runs fast; the Swallow because it disappears for a while in the limestone hills, running dark and deep through the twisting caves.

I went for a walk by the Dart this morning. The dew was on the grass - the sunshine warm and bright, sparkling on the water. The banks are a riot of daffodils at this time of the year and the air was heavy with the scent of the spring flowers and blossom.

Someone had pitched a tent by the river. Strictly illegal. There were a lot of dog walkers down by the river this morning and one had a young collie which took a great interest in the tent, even though the woman was trying to call him back. In the end he peed on it.

Don't worry - they were only hippies.