One can never move, albeit to bigger and brighter things, without a sense of loss at closing a chapter of one’s life. At the end of the month I shall be making the relatively small move from Old Isleworth/St Margaret’s to the centre of Richmond. I’m excited by the prospect and spend most of my time by the Richmond riverside anyway, but I will miss drinking in my favourite view each day (pictured above).
I’m a bit of a ‘Ratty’ about rivers. In his words: “There is nothing – absolutely nothing – half so much worth doing as simply messing about in boats.” The Thames has been my companion on my walk to and from work for over a year. Its mood, like mine, is ever-changing, and most mornings only I and the ducks are present to witness its beauty.
Sometimes… just sometimes… the river is completely at peace, the water so still that it’s like a mirror reflecting an undistorted view of the pinkish-golden clouds above, as if capturing heaven and dragging it down to the Earth.