I spent most of yesterday in the reeking swamp of Frogmorton. I did a couple of jobs there but was driven away by the smell and lack of work. After that I continued my general eastward push and found myself a spot by the river where I proceeded to spend the next several hours washing myself, my clothes, and my pie collection. I don't know that I've actually gotten the stench out, but it's at least mild enough that I'm willing to start breathing on a regular basis again.
Once clean, I march eastward some more and find myself in the town of Budgeford, which should be named "Why the Hell Don't We Build a Bridge"-ville.
And the river? This river is actually named "The Water." Hobbits have such interesting names for everything else. I think Tolkien was a brilliant world builder, but that one kind of annoys me. Dude! Deepwater? Slowwater? Briskwater? No? Just "Water"? Okay, then. Be that way. But if your book ever gets turned into a movie I'm totally going to make fun of it.