If you look closely (towards the top left corner) you can spot the head, the shoulders, and the wake of Sam The Pointer as he swims at a rapid rate of knots up the freezing cold river.
We've seen plenty of dogs swimming in the river close to the bank but never one swimming in the middle of the river, against the flow and, seemingly, determined to reach Stourport in record time.
He's certainly caught our attention and that of a party of four anglers.
His owner is quite relaxed about things until we tell him that there's
no way back on to the bank if Sam goes any further.
Cue much frantic shouting of 'Sam!', and 'Here Boy!', from all concerned.
Thankfully, Sam makes a sharp turn to starboard and the anglers guide him
to the best landing spot (bottom left-hand corner).
Once reunited with his owner we can all relax and we look on as Sam trots off to complete his circuit of the racecourse oblivious to all the fuss he has caused.
An awful selfie taken much later, as we make our way home from town, to show that the lovely warm autumn days we have had lately may well be a thing of the past
and the days of multi-layers are now upon us.
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