Although we can't yet hear it, we can - in the distance - see it! Passing beneath it, tomorrow (Tuesday) will be a harbinger of the proximity of London; again.
The River Stort was winding and narrow; with some of the lowest bridges we've ever encountered.
"How low were they, Tom"?
They were so low that we were too concerned to even think about photographing them.
"As low as that, Tom?"
Yes, indeed. At one of them we had to reverse (go astern; even though nautical terms aren't really used on the canal/river system); take the bikes off the roof; and turn the handlebars through 90 degrees. Even then; whilst we were ducking down; we were worried that my knuckles - on top of the tiller handle - might get scraped; so I had to operate by fingertip control from UNDERNEATH the tiller handle!!! (To make things even hairier; there was Jerry flack all over place, and an ME109 on my 6 o-clock, but he chickened out at the bridge, and I'm lucky to get back home to tell the tale!)
... (Waking up) ... Monday evening (22nd. June) ... We're in Waltham Abbey, and off to the folk club tonight. No guest tonight, just a sing-around; but these are always interesting and, occasionally enthralling sessions. I've got a gig here in February, so this will keep me in touch! Limehouse tomorrow! All for now, Tom.
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