Surprisingly with a clear head on this the first day of the New Year I took to the Thames Path with the ‘Tales Clan’. My trusted RM Williams were not the best choice, for the tow path was thick with mud and sodden from the rain in the early hours, yet in the blue sky the sun shone bright above us.
With mud everywhere and the path well trodden from those seeking a breath of fresh air or from pounding the path with the start of the New Years resolution to shed those Christmas pounds it was just one of those days where you were going to be covered in mud glorious mud.
We took the path towards St Pauls and over Hammersmith Bridge with the aim of meeting up with friends in the Dove http://dovehammersmith.co.uk/ for a New Years pint, the Dove is one of the oldest pubs in London, if not the one with the smallest bar and today with too few staff to service the amount of customers.
Sitting around small copper topped tables the size of a Two Pence piece we joked, drank and discussed events of the past year and what may lay before us. The conversations about fishing, mudlarking, art, relationships and travel allowed the sun to set behind the Fullers Brewery.
We took to the North bank path and walked in the twilight, where trees became silhouettes and ducks started to roost on the lower bows of willows, houseboats started their log burners and the lights of the Barnes Terrace lit up the stunning Georgian houses.