This morning as I made my way between Putney & Hammersmith bridges I felt accompanied by the rat tat tat of builders as Bishops park renovations continue and a house on Holyport road had scaffolding erected.

Turning a corner onto Stevenage road, as sometimes happens, the smell of hops brewing was strong. The river carrying it on its merry way.

Starting my working week off with a drained river, seems somehow appropriate. One of those half misty mornings where the dew is still waking up while people move around – some quickly and focused, some distracted or in the phone, others already on a break.

My view this morning, as I made my way across Putney Bridge, was not the peaceful flow of the river waking up, as I so often find it. Today the river was being churned up. In its wake the mud, flotsam and jetsam of urban life emerged.