Walking In The River

A Memory of Rickmansworth.

From the concrete slab bridge by the watercress beds to the park near Scots Hill we would wade in the river with bare feet, I was only nine years old then.
The river bed was a fine golden grit that was easy to walk on. The water was always clean and clear with minnows and bullheads in abundance. We frequently saw Kingfishers darting into the water for the minnows. The water weed waved in long flowering bunches and the ripples would lap against the reed margin like quiet music. I have visited the Chess many times and have never tired of it.