Last Sunday of summer holidays 2019 and oh! how sweet it was. School children still at liberty (just) . A warm breeze blowing on my face. Sat by Watermans arms in Ashprington. Brilliantly coloured hydrangeas, lupins, geraniums everywhere. Bindweed in every hedge. Old mans beard coming on that and the blackberries. I positioned myself on patch of grass by the Ford under Bow bridge, leaning up against a post. There was the blissful, sound of rushing water, families enjoying themselves at the tables outside pub, sun on my face, dozing, waiting for the horses and hounds to splash through the water towards me and realised at that moment had possibly never
been so happy.
The River Files 