Beside the Crouch at South Fambridge

Looking north from South Fambridge

I have written at length about the River Crouch were it passes between the villages of North and South Fambridge. To me the location is a magical spot. No matter what the weather, the changing scene always stirs my heart. Day after day, month after month and season after season, the River never loses its appeal.


Closer view

From a different angle

I’ve mentioned before that I want my ashes to be scattered* over the waters at that very spot, where aeons of tides have swished to and fro at the behest of moon and sun. There will be no tombstone to remember me by, and in time, no person to remember me; no grave to tend, and no effort to spend, only the sigh of reeds, and the chuckling of moving water, but there will be joy in heaven and angels will sing. I shall see the glories of the Lord and the ‘pure river of water of life, clear as crystal, proceeding from the throne of God and of the Lamb.’



Text for the Day

Revelation 22:1 ‘And he showed me a pure river of water of life, clear as crystal, proceeding from the throne of God and of the Lamb.’



Links


*Scattering of Ashes

http://bills-log.blogspot.com/2009/10/scattering-of-ashes.html


Fambridge Riverside

http://bills-log.blogspot.com/2011/07/fambridge-riverside.html


Pillboxes, Killing and Warfare

http://bills-log.blogspot.com/2009/09/pillboxes-killing-and-warfare.html


My Love of the River Crouch

http://bills-log.blogspot.com/2011/02/my-love-of-river-crouch.html