I remember the bend in the River well, as I used to fish in that area in winter for pike, and in the summer lower down fish for eels... such a long time ago.

Walking free through the wet grass leaving dark trails. Ahead the meadow rises to the mill bank where we stand in silence. Silent and smooth the deep mill race slides towards the wheel. Turning away we follow the bank upstream to the New Overs. Standing on the wooden sluice walk we look down the slide to the deep pool below. (...Read full memory)