Finally the search for the next best thing to the East Bridgford's riverside has been found. Along the north bank of the James River we basked in afternoon sunshine, braved a side-stream crossing by log - P's steadying grip a necessity for all female members of the party - then found some pools for January paddling.
"I be naked!' is J's frequent remark, as once more she strips down, having got just a splash of water on her clothing. The swirling currents and deep pools do not make for a relaxing bathe but the scenery and vast expanse of water more than make up for the essential high adrenalin state in the accompanying adults. From the signage, poison ivy identification looks like the next skill to hone.
