Another book about the Thames Estuary, my birthplace and spiritual home, even though I live as far away as a human can get.
What pulls me back albeit on paper? It's simply that I am lucky enough to come across books written by others that share the love for this godforsaken place.
Caroline Crampton was born in South Africa but arrived in London aboard her parents home built yacht. Her introduction to England was via the Thames Estuary. Her story here begins at the source of the Thames as she walks to its mouth.
The real meat and bones of this book is the estuary, its history, much of it either unknown or of no real consequence. By that, I mean that most history that we know of is a long list of significant events. Not much of any significance has happened in the estuary, instead there is a long list of lesser significant events that have happened there and given it its mediocre presence.
Simply put, it's not on anyone's bucket list unless it's the desire to leave it.
On the north bank you have Essex, the unhappiest place in the UK populated by the least popular people, white-trash TV programs notwithstanding. On the south bank you have Kent, a complete non-event of a place. There is no way that you could describe the estuary and a place of outstanding beauty, in fact almost all of it is exceedingly ugly.
So what goes on in people that fosters this constant enquiry and exploration? Quite simply there is something about it that appeals and gets a home deep in the heart of certain people. I am one.
When you go the Lake District you understand immediately why people love it, its grandeur, its scale, and its majesty are simply overwhelming.
The estuary, by comparison, is more of a question of what is not there. The huge brooding skies that lack all definition, the flat featureless landscape composed of nothing but grey.
You can stand on the shore of the Thames and look towards the sea and the sky blends seamlessly into the horizon, the greyness of the river blends in seamlessly with the grey mud of its shores, you are nowhere and it's huge.
Caroline Crampton is the embodiment of a soul that has found a home in this life. Her love of this godforsaken, terrible, place is infectious, her writing is engaging and her tales do not become repetitive.
If you do not appreciate where you are right now, you should read this book to realise how lucky you are not to live in or around the Thames Estuary.