You
may not find this tangibly rewarding unless you're included here, so this is a
good time for casual and random browsers to turn back before they get too caught
up in the sweep and majesty of the proceedings and can't let go.

The
inn called The Rose Revived, where the A415 towards Witney and Northmoor crosses
the Thames.

In
fact, right there, that's the A415 to Witney, on a sunny 25 October 2004.

Thames-side
walkers depart The Rose Revived and plunge eastward at riverside.

Glide
gently, thus forever glide,
O Thames! that other bards may see,
As lovely
visions by thy side
As now, fair river! come to me.

That
was Wordsworth in an unguarded moment ("Lines written near Richmond",
1790).

".
. . the tranquil waterway leading to the uttermost ends of the earth flowed sombre
under the overcast sky -- seemed to lead into the heart of an immense darkness."
Well, Conrad was speaking of the other end of the Thames, 300km away, and, for
once, the sky's not overcast!

Cows
debating whether to begin their migration to the south for the winter.

Locks
on the river

Lovely
peaceful scene

The River Thames in its infancy

Goodbye,
River Thames. We're off now, Dwight to the continent, Kristin to the USA, just
time to make the airport and check in the hired car before the security lines
start winding out around the parking lot.
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and Devon, October 2005 |
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