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One day, when it was blisteringly hot and it seemed like a good idea, some friends and we
set off to walk the Gipping River into Claydon from Needham Market. Lunch was eaten
within five minutes on the trail as usual, and any water we had with us went as quickly
(although I actually think we took none with us, as on a memorable walk in Italy - the
Cinque Terra - when we set off, on a lunchtime in June, only to find a notice half way along
the trail that said 'Do not attempt this walk in summer without adequate provisions and
plenty of water'). Anyway, in the first hour we'd gone about a mile, dawdling as usual, and
then someone realised it was a Bank Holiday, so there'd be no buses back from Claydon
anyway, and that at this rate we would die of malnutrition and thirst. The sensible
decision, to grumbles all round, was to cut across the fields and the railway line and head
straight for the Red Lion. Which was closed.
This is the river on that day, calm as a millpond, covered with infra-reds. I like this picture,
but I think I'm the only one who does.
One day, when it was blisteringly hot and it seemed like a good idea, some friends and we
set off to walk the Gipping River into Claydon from Needham Market. Lunch was eaten
within five minutes on the trail as usual, and any water we had with us went as quickly
(although I actually think we took none with us, as on a memorable walk in Italy - the
Cinque Terra - when we set off, on a lunchtime in June, only to find a notice half way along
the trail that said 'Do not attempt this walk in summer without adequate provisions and
plenty of water'). Anyway, in the first hour we'd gone about a mile, dawdling as usual, and
then someone realised it was a Bank Holiday, so there'd be no buses back from Claydon
anyway, and that at this rate we would die of malnutrition and thirst. The sensible
decision, to grumbles all round, was to cut across the fields and the railway line and head
straight for the Red Lion. Which was closed.
This is the river on that day, calm as a millpond, covered with infra-reds. I like this picture,
but I think I'm the only one who does.
One day, when it was blisteringly hot and it seemed like a good idea, some friends and we
set off to walk the Gipping River into Claydon from Needham Market. Lunch was eaten
within five minutes on the trail as usual, and any water we had with us went as quickly
(although I actually think we took none with us, as on a memorable walk in Italy - the
Cinque Terra - when we set off, on a lunchtime in June, only to find a notice half way along
the trail that said 'Do not attempt this walk in summer without adequate provisions and
plenty of water'). Anyway, in the first hour we'd gone about a mile, dawdling as usual, and
then someone realised it was a Bank Holiday, so there'd be no buses back from Claydon
anyway, and that at this rate we would die of malnutrition and thirst. The sensible
decision, to grumbles all round, was to cut across the fields and the railway line and head
straight for the Red Lion. Which was closed.
This is the river on that day, calm as a millpond, covered with infra-reds. I like this picture,
but I think I'm the only one who does.
One day, when it was blisteringly hot and it seemed like a good idea, some friends and we set off to walk the Gipping River path into Claydon from Needham Market.  Lunch was eaten within five minutes on the trail as usual, and any water we had with us went as quickly (although I actually think we took none with us, as on a memorable walk in Italy - the Cinque Terra. When the Mrs and I set off on that one, on a lunchtime in June, we found a notice half way along the trail that said 'Do not attempt this walk in summer without adequate provisions and plenty of water'. The notice was in English, which suggests we weren't the only idiots around that had done exactly that). Anyway, in the first hour on the Gipping, we'd gone about a mile, dawdling as usual, and then someone realised it was a Bank Holiday, so there'd be no buses back from Claydon anyway, and that at this rate we would die of malnutrition and thirst.   The sensible decision, to cheers all round, was to cut across the fields and the railway line and head straight for the Red Lion.  Which was closed.
This is the river on that day, calm as a millpond, covered with infra-reds.  I like this picture, but I think I'm the only one who does. 
This double-mount works well with the gold-edged frame

This double-mount works well with the gold-edged frame

One day, when it was blisteringly hot and it
seemed like a good idea, some friends and we
set off to walk the Gipping River path into
Claydon from Needham Market. Lunch was
eaten within five minutes on the trail as
usual, and any water we had with us went as
quickly (although I actually think we took
none with us, as on a memorable walk in
Italy - the Cinque Terra. When the Mrs and I
set off on that one, on a lunchtime in June,
we found a notice half way along the trail
that said 'Do not attempt this walk in
summer without adequate provisions and
plenty of water'. The notice was in English,
which suggests we weren't the only idiots
around that had done exactly that).
Anyway, in the first hour on the Gipping, we'd
gone about a mile, dawdling as usual, and
then someone realised it was a Bank Holiday,
so there'd be no buses back from Claydon
anyway, and that at this rate we would die of malnutrition and thirst. The sensible
decision, to cheers all round, was to cut across the fields and the railway line and head
straight for the Red Lion. Which was closed. This is the river on that day, calm as a
millpond, covered with infra-reds. I like this picture, but I think I'm the only one who does.
One day, when it was blisteringly hot and it seemed like a good idea, some friends and
we set off to walk the Gipping River path into Claydon from Needham Market. Lunch
was eaten within five minutes on the trail as usual, and any water we had with us went
as quickly (although I actually think we took none with us, as on a memorable walk in
Italy - the Cinque Terra. When the Mrs and I set off on that one, on a lunchtime in June,
we found a notice half way along the trail that said 'Do not attempt this walk in summer
without adequate provisions and plenty of water'. The notice was in English, which
suggests we weren't the only idiots around that had done exactly that).
Anyway, in the first hour on the Gipping, we'd gone about a mile, dawdling as usual, and
then someone realised it was a Bank Holiday, so there'd be no buses back from Claydon
anyway, and that at this rate we would die of malnutrition and thirst. The sensible
decision, to cheers all round, was to cut across the fields and the railway line and head
straight for the Red Lion. Which was closed. This is the river on that day, calm as a
millpond, covered with infra-reds. I like this picture, but I think I'm the only one who
does.
One day, when it was blisteringly hot and it
seemed like a good idea, some friends and
we set off to walk the Gipping River path into
Claydon from Needham Market. Lunch was
eaten within five minutes on the trail as
usual, and any water we had with us went as
quickly (although I actually think we took
none with us, as on a memorable walk in
Italy - the Cinque Terra. When the Mrs and I
set off on that one, on a lunchtime in June,
we found a notice half way along the trail
that said 'Do not attempt this walk in
summer without adequate provisions and
plenty of water'. The notice was in English,
which suggests we weren't the only idiots
around that had done exactly that).
Anyway, in the first hour on the Gipping,
we'd gone about a mile, dawdling as usual,
and then someone realised it was a Bank
Holiday, so there'd be no buses back from
Claydon anyway, and that at this rate we would die of malnutrition and thirst. The sensible
decision, to cheers all round, was to cut across the fields and the railway line and head
straight for the Red Lion. Which was closed. This is the river on that day, calm as a
millpond, covered with infra-reds. I like this picture, but I think I'm the only one who does.
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