May the mud gods be with us and lift us from our resting places, and may we be delivered to a place of safety where we can indulge in learned discourse.
The dark waters of the Medway are mysterious and know much that is hidden.
We mock the poor souls that can see the sea bed, for they know not what is locked beneath,but become as transparent as the waters they voyage in.
(Told you I've been ill)
-------------------- Motorboats never, ever break down.
They just fail to proceed.