River Flowing By … while I walk.

Towards the end of last year, I began walking the Thames , in sections starting at the Barrier and going up stream towards and past my home in Reading to Gloucester and her source. We have reached Kingston and still have a while to go but I hope to complete this year. I don’t plan to document it,  for a number of reasons but mainly because it is just a river and to be frank, pretty spoiled. However, I have some dear walking buddies, who like me like the walking, the banter and even the search for a cheap and cheerful snack is an adventure.  Also the looking for evidence that the river does flow by and seeing the natural habitat that clutches at the muddy water’s edge against the metropolis that grows more quickly than the river flows it seems.

As a river girl, I enjoyed sailing so, while I neither have the time or the inclination now; I do delight in little wooden boats like the ones my dad built and maintained on my beloved Hamble River.

Early in our walk we did pass some piles where some boats were moored and those against the Isle of Dogs and Canary Wharf with the cormorants, and seagulls and the herons in the mud did urge me to hold it and use it in an embroidery.

So, when the theme for the RGA Annual Show was announced it seems appropriate to celebrate the beginning of my walk even if the rest goes unnoticed.

It took many weeks to complete and I hope that it selected next week to hang the Fire Station Gallery in Henley where I will be passing though I hope later in the year.  Fingers crossed