The Thames At Mortlake

if only for ten minutes after the mass feeding of schoolchildren after the careful inanity of the staff at low tide this was the place for calm, for order of a kind the relief of walking there and the smell was acceptable perhaps even preferable the objects to be seen found principally (I have it still) a short fat halfpound brass bolt and nut virgin, unscrewed other things less permanent sodden grey bones scratched glass, rubbed brick, rusted gatebutts once a chaffinch eggshell every conceivable other but mainly dirty shingle silt prairies of malachite slime though was the important thing that I met no one else there?