mud, sludge, slime, our plans awry
as yon cool, clear depths beckon,
we try and we try, to escape the squelching clod;
as muds tenacious stickiness embalms, to now reckon. 36 more words
Shots from the riverside at Greenhithe. The QE bridge looks delicate and quite serene from here; a contrast to the experience of driving over it. The river is wide here, the riverside a mixture of industry and the sort of new developments that allow grudging access to the riverbanks. Asda trolleys abound.