...Near Shepreth, I was crawling around taking pictures of dandelions when Storm decided to jump in for a swim. Not a problem, except he picked a spot where the banks was very steep so he couldn't climb out. That was the end of my photo session as I had to walk though the nettles along the bank to find a place with shallower banks and try to coax him to swim down the river towards me. He refused to budge from the steep spot and after a lot of whimpering and flailing about (him, not me, well, mostly), he dragged himself out. Did it stop him hurling himself in the river again two minutes later? I'll let you guess!
