Paddling In The Thames
A Memory of Ashton Keynes.
We used to love looking in the stream for cray fish, minnows and small creatures. We were fascinated by the clear water as we had no streams in London,where we lived. I remember telling my mum about the small creatures that looked like sticks and had bits of gravel and sticks on them, like a coat. She didn't believe me, but I later (many years later) found out they were larvae - I think of the Caddis fly. Our friends in London never believed us, that we had paddled in the clear, clean Thames either. The river they knew was a dirty, dangerous thing.
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We used to paddle right under the small stone bridge, and turn over heavy stones to find fish
Near by was a saddlers and I would help the man, on Saturdays, who ran it by punching holes in leather belts. I remember picking up the lead base where the punching was done and being told it weighed 32 pounds, and I could lift it up over my head, when he was not looking. At Christmas the local church would visit the cafe with its choir and a portable organ and play us carols. we would come down in our pajamas and listen and sing whilst my mum gave them homemade mince pies and some punch