[Idyllic walking beside the Caples River, New Zealand]
[Beech forest in the Caples Valley]
Our mood is further improved by the weather. Just a day before we’d met some returning Greenstone/Caples walkers, and they’d talked about having to cross flooded side streams in the upper Caples. For us the rain and clouds are receding, patches of blue sky are promising better, and what side streams we meet are friendly. They fit one definition of the word burn: “a stream across which one can leap”, and certainly with no Superman-like “single bound” needed.
[A river flat on the Caples, with weather improving]