River Crossing

The air is thick. Expectant. Sky a heavy grey. Stifling being underneath it. Crossing the Thames, the water is choppy. Pleasure boats, tugs and barges are tied together in a central mooring between Blackfriars and Waterloo bridges.

An orange dingy powers its way across the river, bouncing off the oncoming waves, at times making no contact with the water at all - flying in fact. Lone man drives the boat with fury. Reminds me of that James Bond film where he bursts through the MI6 building in a boat.

When he gets to the other side I fully expect him to jump out and run after the bad guy, who he will recognize by his pale linen suit and bad mustache and the fact that he's carrying a briefcase that is handcuffed to his wrist. The briefcase will tick with an activated bomb inside. Our man will get there just in time to have a bare knuckle fight with the bad guy and difuse the bomb.

Sadly I think he's just the river police and not an international man of mystery.