About two miles apart.
About two thousand years ago... the Romans forded it.
About a thousand years ago ... a dividing line separating two ecclesiastical areas as towns had not been built.
Today ... a place of leisure and tranquility... where bridges abound and only cows have to ford on their way to milking
I could never be a fisherman... but I could watch the river... and be in its presence...
A place to return to and no longer a dividing line.
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