The Old Dredge Hole

I believe I have commented before that when I was young all this stretch of water immediately in front of us - with floating dock to the point behind - was an old cow pasture with the area near the point a heathy marsh, all of which extended another hundred yards or so farther out onto what at the time was called 'The New Channel' - then for years, night and day, 24/7, a clanking clambering floating dredge dug gravel and as the water flowed in, this area became 'the old dredge hole' - but no houses, no docks, no restaurants, and the old cows and the solitary bull still wandered the remaining fields.