Bath time

Walking beside a clear river that ran through the town of Usseau deux Sevres we came across a stone bridge. The water was knee deep an freezing cold but bein hot and filthy from several days walking we decided to wash ourselves and our clothes. Jeremy went first and shrieked at the temperature. I was, of course, more stoic in my tolerance of the chilly waters.
Standing naked in and indeed, dousing oneself just a few feet from a road upon which cars passed oblivious to one was a bizarre experience. Wow but the wash was good though!!