mountain torrent poured into. She knelt down and, with cupped hands, took great splashing mouthfuls of the cold, clear water. Dion came up beside her and took a few gulps himself. Then he lay flat on his stomach and, elbowing his way out over the water, he let his whole head drop beneath its surface. He held his breath as long as he could, then levered himself up, shaking his head vigorously.
âYouâre making me wet,â Miranda laughed, holding a hand up to stop the drops flying in her face.
âBest way to cool down,â Dion said, âGet your head under. All the heat goes out through the top of your head.â
He nodded towards the water encouragingly, but Miranda looked awkward and a little nervous. Dion realised it took a certain amount of strength and skill to be able to do what he had just done. ââFraid of falling in?â he questioned. âDonât worry, Iâll hold onto your feet.â
Miranda laughed. âNo itâs not that. I just donât like the thought of putting my head under the water.â
âWell, go for a swim then. Iâve swum here plenty of times. You got to jump in all in one go. Takes your breath away at first, but after that itâs great. I wonât look if you want to take your clothes off. Seriously, I wonât. I want you to enjoy this place. Itâs my best.â
Miranda rose slowly to her feet and looked around, as if she hadnât heard him. Using her hands to steady herself, she climbed a little further down the slope, where the stream poured out from the pool and over rocks into a series of channels and small cataracts. Dion clambered quickly after and came up beside her. Miranda was kneeling on a flat rock, staring into the clear, glassy surface of the water.
âWait, Iâll show you something,â Dion said and ducked into the undergrowth. He cast around in the foliage for what he wanted: a long-stemmed plant with a little tassel of leaves on the end. Finding it just where he expected, he snapped off a stem and rejoined Miranda.
âLook. Watch the end of it,â he said, dipping the tassel into the water. He lowered the feathery end of the stem carefully to just in front of a small cleft in the rock and held it there, letting the current agitate the leaves. There was a sudden flurry of silt from the rock crevice as a good-sized crayfish shot out and gripped the tassel. In almost the same movement, Dion lifted the stem and held the crayfish up in the air. It wriggled furiously but refused to let go.
Miranda giggled in nervous excitement. âWhat a funny animal. Iâm glad I didnât go for a swim with all those around. They might have nipped me.â
âItâs a crayfish,â Dion said. âThey donât live up in the pool there. They just go where the waterâs running fast, like here. Theyâre great to eat, fresh cooked, like crab. Weâll put this one back though. Maybe itâll get bigger still and Iâll eat it next time.â He noted carefully the crack in the rocks it had come out from.
âAre you sure there arenât any up in the pool?â
âDead sure. You want to swim? You do, donât you. You look hot as hell. Come on, Iâll go behind that rock there and you tell me when I can come out. Iâll just have a sleep or something.â
Dion didnât wait for any answer. He simply went behind the rock and lay down against it, facing away from the pool. He put his hands behind his head as a cushion against the hardness of the rock and, through half-closed lids, gazed unfocused into the patterns of green and sunlight. There was a brief silence then he heard the soft rustle of falling clothes. âDonât forget,â he called out, âYou got to go straight in. Donât even put your toe in else youâll never make it.â
Somewhat to his surprise and pleasure he heard a sudden splash and a loud squeal. He hadnât