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up at one of the North Wales seaside resorts for the night. Jim slowed the car, his eyes searching for the turn off and as he rounded a bend he spotted the signpost in the distance. At the road junction stood a solitary figure, who thumbed a lift as he got closer. At first he thought it was a young man and decided not to stop but when he realised it was an attractive young girl he pulled over to the side. She explained she was hitch hiking from Cardiff to North Wales haveing gotten a gob in one of the sea- side resorts for the remainder of the summer season. He told her he was quite willing to give her a lift but was on a touring holiday, so would be taking a roundabout route although heading for the same town. She said she did not mind as she had already walked miles and was grateful for any lift. She had two suitcases with her and Jim took the largest one and tied it to the back of the car with some old pieces of string, telling her she would have to nurse the other on her lap the boot being filled with his own luggage. Within five minutes they were on their way, the noise of the old car preventing any further con- versation.

The sun continued to beat down and although he was only wearing slacks and sports shirt in an open car, Jim was uncomfortable and longed for a swim. Back home in London he was a member of the local swimming club and made time for a quick dip at the pool almost every day, believing it would keep him fit in spite of the hours he spent at a desk. Breast- ing a slight rise he gasped at the sight spread be- fore him, a beautiful wooded valley with a wide placid river meandering along between the trees, its waters cool and inviting on such a hot summers after- noon. Jim immediately began to look for somewhere to stop and have a swim and spotting a suitable place, swung the car round and deftly backed it between two trees. As he switched off the engine his passen- ger turned to him and snapped,

"What's the idea, what have

you stopped for?"

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