AboutWhen the intelligent water flooded its banks it formed a large round pool, we approached it down Gas House Hill - past Gas Hill House, over the level crossing with its preserved triangles of brown timber: over the rails that eel back to the places they came from. Gold hands sweep the seconds and close in prayer at the midtimes. To be honest when I finally found the place the satnav told me it was in the centre of that great pool. I waded in. The water showed me its strength, an archaic intelligence as dogmatic as the moon."