Of delusions – and a dog Posted on 26 October 2015 Tags:November 2015 You can try anything to be incognito – just don’t throw a tennis ball far into a stream, writes our roving columnist. Photo by Helen Walne. Nowhere on Earth is made more beautiful by the presence of a tourist. Unfortunately, I find this is true even when the tourist is me. I was in Devon, walking the length of the River Bovey. It was a beautiful afternoon and the sunlight fell dappled on the path like silver coins and the water ran in mysterious eddies through wild parkland. I strode with a rakish step, warbling ‘I like to go a-wandering’, greeting fellow amblers with a cheerful ‘Hi-di-ho!’, a bacon sandwich and a bottle of wine in the knapsack on my back. I took a break in a shaded glen. Of all the wine when walking, white mid-morning wine is most wonderful. I thought how clever I was to be here, in the beautiful West Country, far from tourist throngs, just me and the occasional strolling local. I flattered myself that I looked like one of them: no neon backpack or multi-pocketed hiking vest, no frowning face over a flapping map. My presence subtracted nothing from the scene. As I sat there smug, a tennis ball came bouncing out of the woods and into the river, followed at a gallumph by a shaggy dog who splashed into the shallow water, emerged with a shake and trotted over to drop the ball at my feet. It was dirty and punctured and thoroughly chewed. An elderly lady in a light tweed jacket emerged from the woods. ‘Oh!’ she said. ‘Sorry! Come here, Buster!’ I assured her that I didn’t mind. I picked up the ball and lobbed it weakly down the bank, and Buster set off in pursuit and was back in a matter of seconds, looking subtly disappointed it wasn’t more of a chase. ‘Oh,’ said the elderly lady. ‘It’s nice to have someone else throw the ball. My arm gets tired.’ How splendid! I thought. Look how integrated I am! I’m not a tourist – a tourist gets in the way but I’m part of this. I add value! I gave the ball a hefty throw, and put in a little extra welly as a treat for Buster. There, Buster – aren’t you glad you ran into me today? The ball made a great glorious arc and landed with a gentle splash in the middle of the river. ‘Oh dear,’ said the old lady in a concerned tone. ‘That’s quite far.’ ‘He’ll be fine,’ I assured her as Buster went barrelling in, although I did notice that the current in the middle seemed to be stronger than at the edge, and the ball was moving downstream a little faster than Buster appeared to be swimming. Then the ball disappeared. I suppose with all the time it spent out there, waiting for Buster to reach it, it filled with water through the chew-holes and then sank under its own weight. ‘Oh,’ I said. Buster was a good dog, but not quick on the uptake. He started swimming in circles, looking for the ball. ‘Buster! Come back!’ Buster did not come back. His paws whirled at the water. ‘He’s being carried downstream!’ said the little old lady. Buster’s barking was becoming weaker. ‘He’s drowning!’ screamed the little old lady. What should I do? Should I go in after Buster? I was wearing my new walking shoes. How deep was it in the middle? ‘Buster!’ Then a man emerged on the far bank of the river and waded out. He must be a local – he knew where the rocks were and where he could stand. He reached out and plucked Buster from the current. ‘All safe!’ he called. The old lady turned to me with great dignity and restraint, under the circumstances. ‘Please enjoy the rest of your holiday,’ she said icily. West Country ways: a few wholly unimportant facts There are an estimated nine million dogs in England, the most popular of which is the Labrador retriever. It is against the law to own a pit bull in Britain. Dog walkers in Devon who fail to pick up their dog’s poo can be fined £80, about R1680. Devon is famous for its cider and scones and clotted cream. This article first appeared in the November 2015 issue of Getaway magazine. Get this issue → Follow Friends of Chrissiesmeer on Facebook and lend your support. Getaway is your magazine and we’re interested in your views. Mail us at [email protected]. Related Posts August is women’s month 18 August 2021 Every year on 9 August, we celebrate Women’s Day. In 1956, more than 20 000... read more Why are there so few black wildlife photographers? 20 April 2021 Wildlife photography isn’t an easy career for anyone. But for a young black person, like... read more It’s time for South Africa to adopt local tourist pricing 30 September 2020 While there will be many lessons learned from the pandemic, a big one is the... read more PREV ARTICLE NEXT ARTICLE
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