Back in February I had not realized how close Sawbridgeworth station was to this square, as it is just off the edge of the map. In the time I spent waiting for the train I could have added it to my collection, but now it is November and the oversight has meant an extra three kilometres of road walking. Finally I cross the railway bridge at Lower Sheering and double back on myself, along the River Stort Navigation. It is close to sunset, the weather has cleared, and the river shines as brightly as the sky. Smoke rises from a narrowboat moored by an old wrought iron bridge. Perhaps it is well.