Down the River by H.E.Bates

“That Sunday excursion, made invariably in the evenings, in Summer, was a piece of ritual: we walked at a solemn pace, easily, reverently, shoes squeaking, collars circumspect. No running about, no jumping of dykes, no hedge-clambering for nests or blossoms, only an easy pilgrimage to one end and one god, the river.” H.E.Bates

With foreword by Charles Rangeley-Wilson. From Little Toller Books