Which is why Carmi, over at writteninc. invites us to post how we see the water's edge.
When Max was younger (he has now, alas, died) he never hesitated at the water's edge. He was in there, straight away! This is the River Bollin, not terribly deep, but it does have much deeper parts by a couple of bridges, whic h is where Max is!
We woke up to this fantastic view early in the morning, as our cruise liner moored at at Cadiz. It was a lovely town, and the place where we tied up (if that is the term for a big liner!) meant we could walk straight into town, being at least 100 yds from the Dock gates! Wonderful!
Four very young cygnets make an early start to finding their paddling abilities. The two extremely attentive parent swans looked after them so well that I think that year they raised all four.
Right on the water's edge at Queensferry, in Scotland. This was the nearest our cruise "Round the British Isles" could get to Edinburgh. We decided to miss the expensive P&O tours and soon found plenty of locally run trips to Edinburgh. In fact, ours went on a big red London Bus, at a very reasonable cost, putting us down near the centre, and running several return journeys "on the hour".
Go to the link above to find out what sort of water others are dipping their toes into, and post your own!