The PaddlerUK magazine March 2015 issue 1 | Page 38

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“I crossed the river near Aberedw by
courtesy of a fisherman, who rowed me
across in his boat and I continued
downstream for five tantalizing miles to
Erwood… Unashamedly I paddled. A heron
watched from the far side, and stood on
one leg, while I stood on both and stared
back… crouched there with my camera
poised and the shutter set at its fastest
speed, but need I say that the salmon did
not leap again. I crossed the river at Roger
Mortimer’s Ford and found a slow pool
where I could splash and float …”
WH Potts, 1949,
Roaming Down the Wye