Having had a rather sedentary Christmas, I decided to get out early on New Year’s Day.   I walked eastwards along the Hertford Union Canal not quite sure which direction to go and then headed northwards up the River Lea beyond the Olympic Park to where the landscape resumes its character of industrial wastelands.   There were not many people about, only the woodsmoke from the canal boats, the occasional swan, debris in the pubs, and a lone sculler.   I went as far as Tottenham Hale.   Next time I must go to Broxbourne:-