Tasting rivers

In the middle of last summer, we were camped next to a beach on the Ardeche river..Every morning my wife and I would swim accross the widest stretch to a little pebble beach, and then swim back..The Ardeche is its own shade of green, and it is not very clear, not murky either..It tastes vaugely of water melon, just a hint..
In the afternoons, after a wander into town or a read in my hammock. We would borrow our boys dingy, and I rowed up stream to the weir..While we drifted slowly back, I would occasionally induce a lazy spin..We saw many Kingfishers and an eagle..We would take our time and talk, flirt a bit..It was a hot summer down in Southern France, so after another dip..We walked up the little bar for a Kronenburg or two...