Herons are fishing along a stretch of muddy riverbank. Four of them are spaced out at regular 50 yard intervals like anglers by their marker pegs. We also see curlew, oystercatcher, goldeneye and cormorants.
A Case of IdentityWe finish our circular walk by re-crossing the river at the footbridge at Cox Green, a village where, until after World War II, Alice's Well by the river remained the only source of freshwater. The spring, framed by a stone arch in a wall, is now labelled as not suitable for drinking.
As we cross the bridge a man working in the cottage garden opposite greets us then chats to us as if he knows us. It's not until we've been chatting for 20 minutes that he realises that we're not the same couple of hikers that he spoke to on this same spot a year ago.
He assures us that we bear an uncanny resemblance to the mystery couple and that we must have some close relatives who we've never met. Incredible isn't it? I can't believe that somewhere our there there's another couple who are as good looking as Barbara and I.