I heard something loudly crash into the water as I neared the river this morning.
It sounded like a morbidly obese gnome did a belly flop.
I turned and saw the first splash-echo. So I moved in closer (and as stealthily as man and dog of two separate notions can), but nothing resurfaced.
I suppose it is possible the gnome had scuba gear.
I really didn’t want to let it go. If not for the dog, I probably would have stayed there all day. Perhaps taken up residence with the homeless gent in his lean-to a stone’s throw up the riverbank. Thankfully, the dog was having none of it and we moved on after a time.
I haven’t actually ever seen a person at this location. It’s clearly in use, but is too big to actually be a gnome house. Don’t you think?
I think his champions comment is in reference to the 1977 British Home Championship, but I’m not sure. I’m also not sure why I think I need to know.