Downstream

the 1930s, instead there are
large canvas tents across
Westferry Road. But I’m
stopped at the entrance to the
women’s tent and asked to
produce my hat. I’ve left it in
another bag with my
daughter, and now they won’t
let me in. This is my bad
dream coming true. I sit on a
small stone wall by the toilets
and put on my wetsuit, then
return to the starting area.
‘Look, Mum,’ says my