Narrow Coombe Street continues northwest, and brings you down over the river by a bridge called Gosling's. Actually, though you wouldn't notice at first, there are two bridges in quick succession: a short first part called the Millstream Bridge, over an elevated channel or "leet" leading to the mill, followed immediately by Gosling or Gosling's Bridge proper, over the somewhat wider and much lower trench of the river.

The bridge opens into a space where five ways meet. This congenial piazza looks very much like the inner focus of the old town. But it is really almost the back: in the early 1900s, vegetable gardens and fields rose just behind the Angel Inn. The houses composing this scene are pretty; but a generation ago, Lymians will tell you, "You wouldn't have wanted to be here after dark."

On your right, the river folds over a high weir before passing under Gosling's Bridge. Actually, it's quite easy to climb down by the weir and go under the bridge, as I did once to recover a book that a distressed tourist had dropped into the river.

If not in a car, you can turn left immediately before the bridge, down a step, onto a riverside path.

And immediately across the bridge is another narrow leftward pedestrian way that you might not at first notice.

A broader street goes up ahead, Hill Road. But a glance up it shows that this hillside, once allotments and Woodmead Farm, is now a morose suburb.

On the other side of the Angel is a climbing lane that is called by the name that you would think might apply to the piazza itself: Mill Green. It is the next part of the route along the river, yet is marked with the red-capped sign for a dead end. Such it is, for car drivers, but for all others it is the opening to infinities.