![f018-02](https://article-imgs.scribdassets.com/4ftqupz4w0ad7a0j/images/fileMIQ2V8RG.jpg)
![f018-01](https://article-imgs.scribdassets.com/4ftqupz4w0ad7a0j/images/fileC3O0IXHR.jpg)
et me take you to a favourite place: a narrow oak plank that spans a creek on the River Stour estuary. Four times a day — twice incoming, twice outgoing — the tide scours the chestnut posts on which it is nailed. A wildfowlers’ summer working party secured it here 30 years ago. It marks for me the point at which arable land becomes the wilds