|off we go|
|the lock up ahead|
Far out on the marshes of the river valley, remote from all mains services, the Locks Inn began life as a mill-keeper’s cottage, later being used by the lock keeper. Said to have been built in the 1560’s, and modernised in 1666, it was granted a public house license in the 17th Century.
|In his youth, Dad would stop at this spot and swim|
Just as we turned back a group of young people came down for a swim. Nice to know these simple pleasures are still enjoyed.
Time to catch the boat back. Took a little while to get started as Dad had the young man guessing how old he was.
and admired the influence of Dutch merchants who began to settle here in the 16th century.
There was an exhibition on WW1 due to the centenary. I recognised many familiar names and it brought back some fond memories. I started my career at the War Memorial Hospital which was built entirely from subscriptions, in memory of the fallen from the town. Dad made all the docents guess how old he was.
Finally we were allowed to drive back to his bungalow in a nearby village. Dad's neighbour took our picture. He also told us a little story about Dad getting lost on a coach trip and the police looking for him. I'm sure Dad was hoping we wouldn't find out. Turns out he handled the incident just fine so I'm not too worried.