Downstream

sensory deprivation in the
Thames, the water was mud-
brown so I saw little
underneath me and when I
took a breath there was
nothing except six foot of
muddy banks on either side,
that’s it . . . but then I hit
Windsor and came round a
bend in the river and saw the
swans and there rising out of
the mist was Windsor Castle!
I told the Queen about that
later, and her face lit up.’