A deepening in the sunset, a touch of a chill in the morning all sings of the approach of autumn.
A flourish of colour and the sharp patter of rain on the ground.
The mighty Thames swells and pulses.
Watchful eyes of eager kayakers, some Digital, some line of sight. Judgment and talk becomes a frenzy, who can tell when the weirs will begin to pump.
Gauges sore, the lock keeper makes his way to his post.
Oh it has rained. Three is the number .
Welcome to the kingdom
|Matt Kenna cleans up|
|Matt kenna Airscrew|
|Doug Cooper deep in mother land|
|Doug Cooper Clean Panam|
|Matt Kenna Helix's|
|The window to the kingdom is open Doug Cooper bowels out a SideKick|
We give thanks