So we went down the bridle path to the river.

Which reminds me of a story about Picasso. Apparently someone criticised one of his paintings: 'Why do you not paint things they way they really look?' 'I honestly don't understand what you mean,' he replied. The critic pulled out his wallet and produced a photo of his wife: 'Look, like this: that's what my wife really looks like!' Picasso looked at the small square of photographic paper with an image on it. 'She is very small, isn't she. And very flat!'
But I digress.

Then Ant and Bernie went for the first dip of the season. They assure me it was very cold, and I have no reason to doubt them. But as a spectator sport, I highly recommend it.
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