I mean, in the old days, and it wasn’#8217;t that long ago really, there had been an angler every dozen yards along the bank; children had played there; courting couples had come to listen to the splish and gurgle of the river, and to hold hands, and to get all lovey-dovey in the Sussex sunset. He’#8217;d done that with Maud, his missus, before they were married. They’#8217;d come here to spoon and, on one memorable occasion, fork.