Pipe dream

As often as I can I walk the Thames shore at low tide.
I harvest the shards of old clay tobacco pipe scoured up each day, a process I find both calming and invigorating.
The river, reliable powerful and cleansing, offers a new, fluid timescale appropriate to my new life. The beautiful pipes harvested connect me with generations of East Enders who've gone before.
Ultimately I aim to connect enough pipe shards to create a footpath to somewhere but in the meantime, this square yard drives me on...