I have a long association with the Roding where it flows into the Thames at Barking, my home town. I lived beside it for a while on it's tidal stretch below the town quay. It was close to where my father grew up and reportedly learnt to swim after falling in from the dockside. I can just about recall the old wooden barn warehouses that stood there,
Approximately 7 miles north east, near Passingford bridge lies another barn, part of a farm that has seen better days, in this shot you can see the farmhouse in the distance.
The Roding from Passingford Bridge
The farmhouse and barn.
Whilst in years I have come far in distance I have barely moved.