The second day of uncovering The Lost Walks of Rochford took us back to the river and along crumbling sea defences. More sections of the route lost to cars than lost to the sea. Out past piles of old fridges, moss covered caravans and emerging to pasture and marinas. We found Nirvana just across from a pub full of witches, where the King Canute and the tide story is told in reverse.
The intricacies of the tides and the drifting still moments when river force meets tidal return. Thinking about flags and buoys catching and expressing the knowledge of the ferry man. Once again we learned and got confused about many things including King Canute, the Danes and the Saxons, and Haloween when, we were told, if you run round St Nicholas ( Old Nicks?) church and bang on the door you will see him.