I never thought of it before, but I was born by the River Hamble, crossed the sea in a ship, went along the St Laurence Seaway, lived by Lake Ontario, camped by Lake Kashabog, moved to the Delaware Valley then near the Chesapeake Bay, then near the Puget Sound, then worked in sight of the Nisqually River, lived on Ward Lake then Summit Lake -- and collect old photographs that seem to have water in them. One of my earliest memories is crossing the Hamble on a tiny ferry, and getting bitten by a swan (I was too young to grasp the concept that I needed to LET GO of the bread in order to feed the swan sans pain). I was just wandering around the web looking at ferries, and what to my wondering eyes should appear, but the grave of A.V.Roe*. Now, that gave me a slight shock.
Some years ago I had a dream that I lived next to a river. It was the most wonderful thing. Then I woke up and realised I WORKED next to a river and lived on a lake. Maybe I need to move next to a river, though.
*Avro I am usually wrong, but I think he was gone from Avro by 1929.
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