Photographs part 3 - The Evidence!

Did I really do it? Hopefully this is all the proof you need:

At the source of the Thames in a remote Gloucestershire meadow, not far from Cirencester. Can you detect that slight concern that I may have bitten off more than I could chew?

At the end of the first day in.... well you can see where I am. What you may not be able to tell is that I am womanfully concealing the fact that my back has gone into spasm and I need some serious drugs or at least an ibuprofen.

Cuddling up to Old Father Thames at St John's Lock, the first Lock on the river. This is at Lechlade which calls itself the second township on the Thames. Can a place without a single cashpoint actually be called a town?

Yes, that really is me. Those of you who know of my distaste for total immersion into cold water will be astonished. But it was surprisingly pleasant on a humid and sultry Saturday afternoon in August. I didn't even really mind the the weeds, mud and fish nibbling at my toes.. well not too much. That's an extra fiver you owe me Nick!

At Teddington Locks, the penultimate and most elaborate lock system on the Thames with my good friend Fiona who lives there. Well, not actually in the lock of course.

Having a cosy chat with Dr Salter in Rotherhithe. I know just how to deal with these local types.

At the end with my big nephew Sonny. You may have noticed that I am wearing the same walking clothes all the way through. (I did wash them occasionally). Can you imagine what a personal sacrifice that is for someone who used to work at London College of Fashion??