Our last twenty or so miles
January 9th dawns with a blue sky.
We resume the journey at Putney Bridge Station,
This is a pageant of history.
Wedding Cake Albert Bridge,
Battersea Power Station.
Pretty Chelsea and onto Westminster,
Past the home of the Secret Service,
Expected to see Dame Judy Dench.
Past the mother of parliaments
Onwards along the South Bank and into Borough Market
Mike unpacks its delights and we sup from the greasy spoon.
Most excellent marketplace,
Charcuterie and Cheese for souvenirs,
Mike takes us further into the depths of Southwark,
Strange stones of an ancient palace
And a stones throw further
The 13-century burial ground of prostitutes,
Its gates now hung with votive offerings
for London's more recent dispossessed.
Eastwards past The Globe Theatre
Past Tower Bridge
Now we are entering the flatlands
Opposite is Canary Wharf
The modern mammon
So on onwards, through waste ground and deserted wharfs collapsing into the low water mud,
Sand and ballast workings,
Strange jetty's and elevators peer out from the river's bank
Inquisitive, as if looking for a purpose.
End is in sight,
Like six shinning Bishops’ mitres, the Thames Barrier.
The journey's end.
A photo is taken.
Much banter tinged with disappointment that the Visitors Centre is not open,
So no souvenirs.
The Thames Journey is complete.