When discussing death over an intimate candle-lit dinner with a former future-ex who said she’d like her ashes scattered on the River Blackwater I got my diary out and said: “I’m free on the 20th.” Turns out this was the wrong thing to say. I only made it to the 18th – but it got me thinking, so I went down to the Queen’s Head, where most of the thinking in Maldon takes place, and sometimes even leads to talking.
As all the talking stopped the moment I walked
