I hardly dare say the S word - being more used to Storms and Soakings in recent months. But walking through the woods along the Dart today I saw some primroses which made my heart lift. There were various landslips along the path, but the river glistened below, clear and shiny and green....I guess the rocks and river bed have been scrubbed clean by all the water rushing through. The water moved lazily through Sharrah Pool, making casual tendrils of bubbles on the surface. As we swam upstream, the cold burnt our limbs, but we got used to it as we fought the current. I looked up and saw a great crag up ahead, like a castle standing sentinel over the pool. It's the end buttress of Bench Tor, but in all the years I've swum in this spot I've never noticed it before.