Much to Stephanotis's relief the current slowed and they found themselves bobbing through shallow rocks and could see the gravel bottom of the river. 'Row Stephanotis, row, we can stop here if we can just ease over to the bank and grab a branch'. They both pulled hard at their oars and sure enough they were soon nestled into a bush and utterly hidden from view.
Archibold leapt up the bank to scout out a suitable campsite and Stephanotis started gathering twigs for a fire. He was still feeling slightly sick but this wasn't stopping him thinking longingly about his breakfast. By the time Archibold made it back to the boat, Stephanotis was having a little recovery snooze, and was gently snoring as he lay with a handkerchief across his face and a half eaten biscuit in his hand, nestled into the shady leaves of a dandelion.
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