Sally Kindberg on the Thames foreshore

Yesterday, March 3rd,  would have been my youngest sister’s birthday. I waited for the Thames to float this paper boat, a sort of ritual to celebrate my sister’s memory.  Yellow seemed a good colour to represent a kind, mischievous, generous and beautiful sister.  Very few people about, the morning’s river mist cleared and I got chatting with a mudlark.  So good to smell and hear the river as the tide came up, and feel connected to the sea as well as to my sister.  The river water was exceptionally clear, and everything quiet apart from two chattering Egyptian geese. The friendly mudlark told me, amongst other things, how being by the river had comforted her after her mother’s death a few years ago.


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