In places the forest crept down almost to the water’s edge; and there were creeks innumerable, crowded with wildfowl that filled the air with mournful longshore music. There was another huge forest on the far side, more than two miles away. The river rolled between the mud-flats, lonely and immense, with only one small boat in sight, working its way with oars and sail across the tide. (Hutchinson, page 67)
Having started reading Tros of Samothrace, this is one big book, have something written for tomorrow though. Tim Conrad's illo in SSOC 17 fits Mundy's description of the Thames in those times.