One gloomy afternoon, just the youngest (midget – decided he didn’t want to be referred to as ‘midget’ any longer, as he’s no longer that small) and I went adventuring – we decided to find the start of the river Thames. We compromised as I actually wasn’t eager to settle a dispute between the Environmental Agency and Ordinance Survey and several historians, nor take on any angry farmers by trudging through their fields in search of very source, where-ever that may be. Instead we settled on actual confirmed fact by visiting the very first town on the Thames, Cricklade, and walked a little way down the ramblers route ‘Thames Way’ through some tolerant farmer’s fields.
It’s a very pretty place. Even in the gloom. We talked about rivers and the water cycle and how funny it was that we have crossed quite a few bridges over the Thames, but none so small before. A simple wooden construction, and further up an old stone one, would never give any clue as to the grand constructions (much) further up stream.
We sat for a while, left some Pooh Sticks with messages of ‘hello’ to our beloved London, and set off with much grander schemes to find that source one day!