Downstream

was inspired by the trees
surrounding Buscot Pool.
There are doves in the air; the
emerald fields shine in the
sun. I head down a lane and
see a sign for the Thames
Path, a small landing stage
and the river. It’s utterly
silent, the river a milky white.
It would be easy enough to
jump in, I think, but where do
you get out? I throw in a stick
and watch for evidence of a
current, just as Lewis Pugh