“Sweet Thames Run Smoothly Till I End My Song”
wrote Edmund Spencer in Epithelameon.
Even on this day of high summer where temperatures will hit a scorchio 94 degrees, the Thames runs through Hurley imperturbable and serene.
As I write, wagtails bounce along the awning of a boat nearby, earlier a Kingfisher alighted on my flagpole, dwelt a second and then was away in a dash of colour.
Those who live on the river like my friends the Freebodys, know nothing else than this. But for me, this calm descends like a blanket of sleep.
Here are the memories of a weekend on the water (and an evening at the races).
A Saturday evening at Lingfield with ITM, John Mcriddick, the Bismark , Colin, Una and many many friends- thanks to all – !