Quiet river

I had a walk down the river Thames yesterday morning, a lovely day and the river was its usual busy self close to the bridge, with rowers and wild birds.  It began to get quieter as I left the paved path, with a young thrush knocking a snail shell on the stones, a sight I haven't seen for years.  As I walked through a leafy stretch, I saw this lovely calm river with the trees reflected in the water, a moment of complete stillness before being passed by a group of walkers, chatting away as they went.