We got to the other side and unloaded the bikes, and the driver headed off-he was only taking one run across so P & B would need to ride across.
I walked back across the river to where we'd started from and told the guys it was a cakewalk, so they scooted down to the crossing and splashed across..whilst I walked across behind them. You can just see Terry standing at the far side like a big (dry) girl. "Oooh! I got a lift across"
Much ado about nothing and I was soaked again for no reason.
Moral? Give it a good coat of looking at before you take rash decisions. Pass me the donkey's ears please.