Tuesday, 23 February 2010
Where's That Then No 13
A few years ago I turned up here early on a hot summer's evening. Folk were cooking suppers on boats, and the strains of the Archer's signature tune came over the still water. In fact it was very like this 1958 scene, except the boats were more fibreglass and plastic than wood. But the little drainage mill was there, spreading its sails like filigree wings against a deep blue sky. So, where is it, and for extra toast the names of the two rivers that join here.