This blog will document the adventures of Triton and Telesto on the Thames, the silver streaming Themmes, as it sweats oil and tar, the brown and sluggish waters, the glittering Thames.
We walked on the boat, expecting nothing - other boats had been diesel-scented, damp and dark and dingy. She wallowed on the mud, tide out, canted over slightly. The huge sky overhead, the drama of the English summer, the flaked white towers of Battersea Power Station falling back and back as the clouds rushed past. We sat on the afterdeck drinking sancerre and talking of bilge pumps, overplating, epoxy and portholes. Cormorants' necks like snakes, seabirds calling overhead, sandpipers on the mud below the stern, and the owner talking of eels and flounder that eat the scraps of food they throw overboard.
Our offer was made, accepted, documents negotiated. We will move on board as soon as the owners find a place of their own on land.
We walked on the boat, expecting nothing - other boats had been diesel-scented, damp and dark and dingy. She wallowed on the mud, tide out, canted over slightly. The huge sky overhead, the drama of the English summer, the flaked white towers of Battersea Power Station falling back and back as the clouds rushed past. We sat on the afterdeck drinking sancerre and talking of bilge pumps, overplating, epoxy and portholes. Cormorants' necks like snakes, seabirds calling overhead, sandpipers on the mud below the stern, and the owner talking of eels and flounder that eat the scraps of food they throw overboard.
Our offer was made, accepted, documents negotiated. We will move on board as soon as the owners find a place of their own on land.
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