It is early morning in October
The rain is torrential
The traffic on the bridge is fierce, but going nowhere
The elderly pedestrian looks down into the silent Thames
The fast flowing water is brown like the sky
Two brilliant white racing eights speed against the tide
The rowers young and strong.
Oblivious to the power of the river they pass under the bridge.
I have recently retired and have moved from London to Newark, Nottinghamshire. Hobbies include playing guitar, cycling, extreme coffee geeking, photography and filmmaking.
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