The bank at Richmond, shoulder to shoulder

On a warm afternoon, the towpath at Richmond becomes one long queue of contentment. You lean against the wall. A rower glides past. Someone’s dog considers the water. The bench you wanted is taken, so you stand.

This is the river at its busiest, and somehow its best. The crowd feels easy, not pressed. Conversations drift. A child drops an ice cream. The tide is high, lapping near the top of the stone steps.

You can smell cut grass from the Terrace Gardens above, and if you look up through the trees, you might catch the last of the climbing roses still holding on. They are fading now, petals browning at the edges, but they gave us a good few weeks.

The bridge frames it all. People cross in both directions, steady as a heartbeat. A swan works the current near the arches, unbothered by the audience.

You stay longer than you meant to. The warmth holds. The river moves. That is enough.

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