Not such a good idea

As the weather was crisp and clear, we decided to go for a walk.

We left the marina at the river exit rather than the road exit, which took us over a bridge to the other side of the River Lark. We followed a dirt track, which followed the river westwards before turning away perpendicularly from the river. Eventually, the track joined a real road, which took us past Mildenhall stadium, which is apparently where the noises of motor racing comes from some evenings.

We turned right onto Cooks Drove, then right again onto Chairfen Drove, just inside the village of West Row. The road was long and straight, and we passed an O2 transmitter. Then the road became what you see in the photo: a bit clarty.

Mr Pandammonium can be seen having second thoughts about ploughing straight ahead; instead, we skirted the edges of the muddy puddles.

The track dried out after a while, and we reached the river bank once more. We turned right again, and headed for home, but we didn't stop there: we had to go all the way into the village to buy some milk so we could have a nice well-deserved cup of tea back on the boat.

A drove is a herd of animals; we surmised that the roads are called droves because the farmers take their herds from field to barn, for example, along them.