The South East of England is about as hot as it ever gets at the moment. It's been that way for a couple of weeks and the forecast says there's more heat yet to come. We've gone from one of the coldest and wettest Springs on record to a proper, sustained heatwave with barely a month in between. To walk through the woods, surrounded by wilting undergrowth, is to hear no birdsong, to hear no insects, to hear no breeze, to hear nothing but your own footsteps and a few unseen creatures running away from you through the bracken. Even those creatures running from you for their lives can only be bothered to run a metre or two before they stop.
So what's a boy to do?
What else but fall in love with the river again? In this weather, the simple luxury of sitting on a shady bank, dangling your feet in the water, is a true Goldilocks moment.
If your river is busy like the Thames (broken glass, needles) or stony get yourself some proper river shoes or sandals (Teva rules!) then go dangling.
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