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And so after the marvel of the Morris Men outside the Black Buoy, Boxing Day was in need of a walk to recover from all of the chaos. The plan was for a simple stroll down to the front, out towards the Sailing Club, and then back at base before the Black Buoy booze wore off.

Somehow @AnnaJCowen and I became attracted towards the adventure of the ice out towards Alresford, and just kept on walking.

Dog walkers approaching in the opposite direction warned us off the icy path that lay ahead. But we persisted, past the Sailing Club, and then a cross-country cut through back on to the Alresford Road.

Much of the snow from a week earlier remained untouched, concealing iced over streams that stretched out away from the estuary. A particular patch had a strange yellow glow. We resisted the temptation to eat.

And then just as we were heading over the fields and back on to the main road, a polite head nod and a hello towards a fellow Boxing Day leg stretcher soon became a rather enjoyable conversation.

Reference points were made, and it seems that my identity had been blown. Bugger. But fear not - our fellow rambler was terrific late afternoon company, and kept @AnnaJCowen and I hanging off his every word with tales of Wivenhoe past.

By now and the skies truly were bruising. Anglesea Road was an ice rink, with the peak of Park Road fairing little better. Back at base and there was just enough time for a warming cup of tea, before… heading back out to the Black Buoy once again.

Blimey.

#chinchin