Flow

It looks blue but that’s the sky on a vibrant shining morning playing tricks. If you brave the bank it becomes obvious that the river is brown and claggy with soil. The thickness wants to ooze but there's more behind and more behind and the river falls over itself in eddies and whirls. Onwards, gathering more soil as it goes, on to Wallingford, Reading, Windsor, on to Hampton Court and Richmond, under London's bridges, down past Greenwich, through the Barrier at Woolwich to Gravesend and finally to Southend, 175 winding miles from here, where these liquid fields will be dumped in the sea.