ditchingham maltings | there but for the grace of god

Whilst there was a hand rail, and this evidently was a path, the undergrowth slowed us down and the brightening weather was bringing out a small army of biting insects.

As this route was gaining us nothing we laboured back to the concrete bridge and returned to the maltings side of the stream. One reason for our reluctance to walk on the easier maltings side was due to the clothing and cutlery we found near one of the doorways. A cursory quick peek inside revealed a mattress. Whilst this suggested someone was living here, it was the cup of tea which finally did it for us, and so we tried to keep as far as possible from that area.

In the end we returned to the maltings side, swiftly jogged past the vagrantís door, and quickly dived into the next opening.