Got up at the crack of dawn and rushed off grabbing my list of 'day on the river' attendants, running at 73 in two coaches. Despite the dull weather, all turned up and we set off.
The pier was hard to find at Kingston and the boat not yet arrived when we got there, but it eventually appeared. Fortunately there was plenty of space and my nightmare premonitions not realised.
We pootled up and down the Thames, past Hampton Court and back to Kingston again, picking up a fish and chip lunch on the way. Romy and I had not realised that service was not an element with this - they just put down on the riverbank masses of servings of fish and chips, with bread and butter, sauces, paper cups and tea and coffee thermoses. We turned into rather efficient waitresses for the next half hour or so, aided and abetted by some of our charges, until everyone had received enough to eat and drink, after which we resumed snapping and staring at the river.
The sun came out eventually, brightening the day, and we spent a most enjoyable day, which was appreciated by all.
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