I happened to be in Tom’s part of town this morning, when someone called out to me in the street.
(There aren’t many very small pink bears around here, so I thought it was a safe guess.)
I decided to go down to the river myself, for a swim.
I saw a rhubarb-leaf raft go by, but I couldn’t see if Strawberry was aboard.
She is very small.
It was a good swim.
Of course nothing like swimming in the sea, with waves and sand and seashells, and the far blue horizon.
I think I must get myself a bike.