went down to the mighty Huntspill River. met some friendly dogs and their owners.
we walked on. the mist was quite thick in places. pluto sat and stared into it. I wondered what shapes and forms he could see in it. once he growled softly.
we walked on. out in mid-stream were a party of swans. about nine in total. three were mostly grey and brown in colour so would have been this years brood. they started off down the river making a lot of noise with feet and wings beating the water as the rose. then before the got fully air-borne they landed back on the water. Pluto thought this was good fun and gambolled along the bank after them.
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