Davenham was reverberating to the sound of drills and hammerings and I had spent most of the bank holiday trying to sleep off a migraine, so a tranquil floating along our river was the perfect medicine.
Davenham from Fosse's perspective.
Amiens sails into the sun, also heading for Aylesford.
Elmhaven, ten minutes along the river, where we pause to say hello to Gary on Tara Hill.
As far as we can go, Aylesford Bridge.
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