8th September 2013
No pre-dawn wake up for me this year; Jonny and I had the laziest of mornings on Camelot, snug in the marina, and bagels for breakfast. The day was bright outside and perfect for one last cruise. A lock keeper was on duty at the mouth to the Severn, and out on the wide river we bobbed gently towards the city spires. The cathedral loomed at the water’s edge and the great stained glass window caught the sunlight through the cloud.
We moored a little further on, on the other side of town. I had my instax from day ninety-nine but I needed to scan it into my laptop for Flickr, so while J went in search of ice creams I took a walk to the library. When I got back we ate cornetto’s on the deck with Cam’s covers down and set off towards uncharted waters. The river wound its way past pretty houses with scaffold mooring platforms and a posh school’s rowing club. Fisherman cast lines close to the banks but there were few boats on the water. Eventually we happened on a little riverside pub with mooring space, and tied up to have a drink and a rest.
We sat on the bank above Cam. Jonny whittled away at our little boxes, ready for latches and I watched the kids wave twice at the tour boat as it passed by and then turned around at the lock to make its journey back to Worcester. The hired narrowboat next to us was home to a family holiday for some lads from Liverpool, who admired Cam and who, as we cast off and I shot a picture of the pub, asked whether they’d be on the front of tomorrow’s newspaper. Give it ten years, perhaps.
I had a complicated moving expansion to shoot on the way home, on the quiet part of the river where we could throw Camelot into neutral and sit in the middle of the water, but when we got there there was a man in a little rowing boat and rowdy kids on the bank. I shot four images as tests but, sure it wouldn’t work, went back inside as the drizzle started and wallowed in self-pity for a little while. No picture for day onehundred, no Jonny until Christmas. Emerged again after indulging in this melancholy to see Worcester in the distance.
Helped Jonny with the double lock, as the keeper had gone home, and then chocolate fudge cake left over from our meal last night followed by stir-fry. Tried a quick edit of the image I shot earlier, just to satisfy myself it hadn’t worked, and found that it could come together. It’s not the picture I had in mind – the pose is a little awkward and I’m still wearing Jonny’s new shirt over my dress against the wind. But it’s a real moment captured and it shows us as we were, today, on the last day of my Onehundred.