I was dressed well to keep warm.
As I left the Bradwell Marina, I passed some yachts on their
moorings, including a Lawrence Giles Peter Duck yacht, the original having been
designed for Arthur Ransome.
I was then out into the estuary, looking upstream to where
a light vessel was moored.
Just over a millennium ago, between two and four thousand Viking
raiders sailed through this stretch of water, reaching Maldon and doing battle with Saxon Warriors, pitching
their arrows and spears against the Saxon’s mighty shield walls.
I could imagine how the Vikings arrived in relatively small boats, with
perhaps an east wind blowing them gently up the estuary.
Looking out to sea and on my starboard bow was the Bradwell Nuclear Power Station.
Close by on the bank a family were walking their two dogs.
As the afternoon wore on, it was getting very cold and I turned
back.
A golden and then deep orange sky awaited me as the sun dropped to the horizon.
