Dipping feet in the free flowing river, as cold as crystal freezing slowly. Questions arise about the full self following suite in the flood. The chill wears off and enjoyable refreshment takes over to renew weary urban muscles.

The brown stones have a jacket of fine silt and short plant growths provide a good cushion to sit on.

It is not exactly swimming, but a first-of-the-season wild dip into cool Brecon Beacon water, spiced up with sunshine and the warmth of the atmposphere. A few clouds of tiny flies have at last hatched, and enjoy a buzz round their life of a few short hours.

Being outside is a turn-around from grey indoors of the long winter, and the wilderness effect appeals to the hidden Pan within. As the body is emersed in the water, like a baptism of trust in the Eternal Creator, faith sees the walk of eternal life in an imperfect world, with seasons of renewal and fresh commitment to Him.

The body and inner sanctum are refreshed, as the final refresment of everlasting life, and a step nearer home.