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We took ourselves to the river at Reedham.

Just there and back to see how far it was, no reason.

The skylark's song buoyed me along as Tess chased seen and unseen beasts along the ditches.

Grimy swans gave us the eye as we passed and lapwings flew among the horses on the marshes.

When we got to the river, there was nobody there, boats of all sizes slapped at their moorings, but only me and the dog and a flock of, rather mad looking, geese shared the sight.

Then, we walked back.

Tess startled a deer which high-kicked away across the pasture.

The dirty swans took flight and whirred over our heads before disappearing.

A murder of crows moved noisily from one pasture to another.

Tess got dirtier and dirtier.