The Tour begins...

Antony and I turned up at the Uckfield Bridge and waited for our tour guide. Wilson had popped round the corner for a few minutes to prepare himself. 

After a little while W reappeared, approached us with a smile and welcomed us to the Uckfield Bridge Heritage Tour Experience. 

We had assembled under the River Uck sign at one end of the bridge; W pointed at the sign and explained that the Uckfield Bridge was a bridge crossing the River Uck, which had previously been called the River Ouse. If it were still called the River Ouse, the town would probably be called Ousefield, and this would be the Ousefield Bridge.

A good start, I thought, although I could tell W was very nervous. I held Antony out to him, thinking it might calm him down, and he took him gratefully.