My story started here when my father met my mother, washed up on its banks.
Mind the water, until you're big enough to swim in it!
"Oh shall I see the Thames again?
The prow-promoted gems again,
As beefy ATS
Without their hats
Come shooting through the bridge?
And 'cheerioh' and 'cheeri-bye'
Across the waste of waters die,
And low the mists of evening lie
And lightly skims the midge."
Cast iron Victorian Thames Path marker, Shillingford, September 2014