Navigating the backwaters of the River Colne.
Last week's hike got rained out, the second time this spring—and the second time that's happened in the entire time I've been hiking here. Today, the sun appeared in all its unapologetic glory, just in time for our hike around Denham. Here's a bit of rambler wisdom: when you exclaim that there's nothing but mud ahead—and that's a good thing—you know you've had a rough time of it.
Water, water everywhere, and a few downed trees as well:
Recently downed tree, blocking the River Colne.
After finding the path we intended to take underwater, we went ahead further, hoping to cut across dry land and find the correct path. But that path too was underwater. Fortunately, we met up with an older man with a stick, ahead of us. Like Moses, he led us across the dry bits by beating a path through the high grass and nettles.
Further up, we found more underwater stretches. Those of us with waterproof boots or wellies were okay; some people were not so fortunate.
The dog, though, was utterly happy.
