Ferry

I used to love the ferry, it was like going on holiday. My mum had a brother in hospital somewhere near Woolwich. It was always Sunday and it always seemed to be sunny. I used to love going down and seeing all the working parts on the old ferries, always polished and shinning. It seems daft but I can still smell the Thames, I think it's cleaner now. Sometimes we would walk the tunnel but that scared me, I always thought the water was going to come in. I hear it's not changed much, the tunnel.