The rain yesterday was barely sufficient to dampen down the dust for a few hours. however the grass did soak up sufficient that the still morning flooded the meadows with tendrils of mist in the shade of the trees. but any sunshine cut an instant clear patch in the blanket.
the river was still, almost without any flow, and the surface had an icing sugar coat of dust and leaves with a few sticks that bobbed into life as i approached but settled back into inactivity in my wake. the water is warm enough for a long swim from the weir through the early day silence.
a kingfisher shoots by me and perches, though it flits away through the trees as i near. a few minutes later and it shoots by me again.
and as i swim on the unfolding wake of bubbles i am leaving remains tethered to the bank from where i started.
i have almost reached my destination amongst the river meadows when another kingfisher flies towards me and takes a perch on a bare tree limb. i float closer as the jewelled bird dips and bobs to me. but then i am too close and it too flits off amongst the trees.
the soft mud oozes over my toes as i take a few steps through the shallows to the bank. i kick my feet in the water and the last of the mud brushes off on the baked grass as i head to a patch of sunshine to unpack my towel, clothes and shoes from my #swimsecure dry bag and change before the walk back to the car.
as i settle onto the car the clock ticks to 8am. there's still a whole day ahead. #openskyswimmer#freshairandfreedom#outdoorswimmingsociety#devon#riverlove#setswimmersfree#riverdart#wildswimming#morning#sunshine#sunrise#kingfishers#ducks#meadows