nothing

One morning when we were still in London we met a rather self-important man who said he had driven down from Lechlade that morning. It has stuck in my mind that he referred to the Thames as a 'nothing river'. True there are no mountains, waterfalls or tidal surges endangering our progress. There's no major industry that i could see dependent on its waters and it's no longer a major transport route. However, having now reached Lechlade, I really think that the undramatic tranquil meadows we have been walking through provide nothing perfectly. And sometimes nothing is all I need. No kingfishers yet but we did hear a cuckoo and see and hear a curlew. Heard today that the area round the source is still flooded, so anyone walking with us on Saturday will need wellies