Dawn broke silver and still on Monday morning.
Our first task: to travel on the flood tide to Reedham for water. Passing Pokey’s Mill
and glimpsing Felix’s Reedham Church, built into the Roman fort,
Before coming into Reedham through the railway swing bridge
Fortunately there was a free mooring. Topping up the boats fresh water, gives one pause for thought. So often we take water for granted.
The life giving and death dealing properties of water occupied my mind. I wear my life-jacket as a mater of course! So many friends have drowned! I think of :
- The holy river Ganges, with the burning ghats beside it
- Kipling’s Gunga Din, if I have my Hindi right, it translates as River of Life
- and a dozen Biblical quotations – from the rivers in Eden to that in the Heavenly Jerusalem.
And then the rain set in for the day!
The Walsingham Way 