I spent a long time staring at the river the other day; looking at the boats, moored and moving. They made me think of das Boot, not because they look much if anything like her, but just looking at them made me remember the movement of the boat on the water; the cosiness; the contentment I feel aboard.
Tower Bridge is always impressive, so I had to take at least one photo. Apparently, it is classified as a ship.
Although I am no speed-freak, I watched the people on this rib enviously. I’d love a go.
That looked like a private boat, but you can go out on larger ones like this. I think it costs about £40. It didn’t look like they had many takers.
The ribs were fun to watch, but I was much more taken with the working boats at their moorings, and the clink clink of their chains in the breeze.
And this one made my own ropes seem neatly coiled and das Boot sparkling clean.
It’s hard to imagine the Thames before the docks were built. They say so many boats would be in the Pool of London that you could cross the river by climbing from one to the other. Not something I’d like to attempt!
There must have been millions of gulls and cormorants on the convenient perches and roosts. Just like these.