. . " We saw eight swans grazing in a field
They took off as we neared.
They landed to the next field and again were airborne as we entered this pasture.
Overhead they appeared as jet-fighter escort, against a pale sky,
Jet engines? The whoosh whoosh of their great wings" .
|From Three Blokes, Three Bikes, One River. |
A new book about a Thames journey in drawings