I set off with the dogs late morning, calling in at the marina office to return a signed mooring contract and a certificate of insurance for Caxton, before heading up stream to Bewdley.
At almost the first opportunity Floyd launched himself into the river from a fishing point.
What Floyd had failed to recognise was that he wasn't going to able to get out.
Not a problem he thinks, bark at Mum a couple of times and she will rescue me...
So carefully laying rucksack on the muddy bank - 'Mum' lies herself on it to avoid some of the mud, and slipping ever so gently down the bank towards the river she reaches down to assist the beloved hound. She can't reach.
Taking Floyds slip-lead she manages to get him to put his head 'in the noose'and hauls him up the bank where he shakes himself all over her and walks over the top of her prone figure to get safely to shore.
By the time we had reached Bewdley the mud had dried somewhat and there were no comments heard about poor dress standards or 'hedge backwards'...