Chapter Nine
I pushed myself into a sitting position feeling my finger sinking unpleasantly into the mud bottom of what looks to me like a small off shoot of quiet water attached to a faster flowing river. To my left I saw nothing but smoky swirling mist, to my right was the river. Damn it, why is it I always end up getting wet? With no sensible answer being forthcoming I stood up. The water just reached above my knees but it was my feet that were sinking into the mud that caused me some consternation. I lifted one and replace it, which made absolutely no difference, so I decided to leave that place.
There was a low bank to my right which formed a natural looking barrier to the main river flow; it appeared to be a long sweeping finger with a small break which had allowed this lake form
