It was a day to be for ever marked by memory's brightest what's-its-name.
I should not have said anything about the picnic but for one thing.

It was the thin edge of the wedge.

It was the all-powerful lever that moved but too many events.

You see, WE WERE NO LONGER STRANGERS TO THE RIVER.
And we went there whenever we could.

Only we had to take the dogs, and to promise no bathing without grown-ups.