Monday, 7 March 2011

Swimming into spring

We walked through glades of silvery, stunted oaks along a tumbling stream to a pool on the West Dart. There's a magnificent set of stepping stones, and we posed, like the Beatles on a famous album cover, before wading in and swimming upstream. The moor stretching up on either side was countless shades of grey and brown with splashes of rust from the bracken. Loveliest of all was the pussy willow coming out in the bushes along the little drops of water hanging on the branches as we swam past.

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