But I thought of a safe place whence to watch if the Danes came, where were trees in which I might hide if need were, as I had hidden this morning.

This was on the little spur of hill men call by the name of the fisher's village below it, Combwich.

It looked on all the windings of Parret river, and there would I soon know if landing was to be made for attack on Bridgwater.

But I thought it likely that there would be an outpost of our men there for the same reason, and going thither went carefully.
Sure enough there was a little watchfire and half a dozen men round it on the best outlook, and so I passed on still further, following round the spur of hill till I came to where the land overlooks the whole long tongue of Stert Point.

That would do as well for me, I thought, and choosing, as best I could in the dark, a tree into which I knew by remembrance that I might easily get, I sat down at its foot, looking seaward.
Now by this time the tide, which runs very strong and swiftly, must be flowing again, and I thought that most likely the Danes, having anchored during the ebb, would go on up channel with it, and that therefore I might have to hang about here for days before they landed, even were they to land at all.