If you remember, once before we went to look for that holy place where the water that becomes the Thames comes out of the ground. I have never seen this (except in Ampleforth, Yorkshire, where the streams on one side of the road flowed perpetually across the road and nobody remarked on it. We could have used that water!) But I particularly want to see this miracle as it happens and becomes the Thames. You remember that before we went as far as the pub:
and went along an extremely dangerous road and through a railway bridge and up a field and there was a lovely stream, but the path went away from the stream; we didn't know how far we had to walk; we had walked a lot that day and it was getting dark and so we gave up.
This time we discovered that if we had only poked our heads into the pub doorway there was a large, detailed and very clear map showing you how far you had to go and how to avoid some of the highly dangerous bit of road. Anyway, this time we went up the path marked with an orange arrow before you get to the railway bridge, and we followed the path beside the railway before it joins the Thames path. Then we saw the marker from a distance and found it at last and I took photos but I was not happy. I was not happy because the ground there was lacking an essential element. Water.
This is very clear.
In front of these markers there is a pile of rocks which people have left to show they got here and they saw the water coming out of the ground, but there was nothing to see yesterday.
So we walked off in search of the first sign of the stream.
We walked down this field. By the way, at one time there was a statue of Old Father Thames in this field but it was vandalised, so it was moved to the first lock on the Thames.
This is the river bed - I kept listening for sounds of trickling water. No joy |
I seem to remember seeing the stream here last time. |
In the river bed. The river is supposed to run under both of the arches of that bridge. |
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