Through the sound barrier

Somewhere near Waltham Abbey as you cruise north on the Lee,  you cross an invisible barrier.  You become aware that up until now you have been journeying through a polluted area.  Not water pollution, or air, but noise.  The noise of traffic, factories, fork lift trucks and vans, and building sites.  It reaches a crescendo as you float under the M25 north of Enfield, then half an hour later you suddenly realise that it is quiet.

The navigation leads a more lonesome route and the view, and the sky, seems to expand.  We are through the barrier and out to another side.

Last night we moored underneath a spreading chestnut tree at Broxbourne.  Tonight we are in the small park before the bridge in the one street village of Stanstead Abbots, and it is here, four and a half years ago that we first met Herbie.  It's nice to be back.  Along with the change of scene, we too are changing pace, cruising more slowly and for shorter days. 

Unwinding.