the Thames

One year ago today, my dear chum Jan and I were celebrating her birthday on the banks of the Thames, at the end of a wonderful week in Walton-on-Thames and environs. The day before, we had cruised down the Thames through Kingston and on to Richmond, we’d had fish ‘n’ chips and mushy peas at The Slug and Lettuce, and then we’d cruised back to Hampton Court, loving every minute of what Mole and Rat would call “simply messing about in boats.” But the birthday dinner was truly the crown of a shining week.