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Steffan Meyric Hughes - Circle Line: Around London in a Small Boat

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Join Steffan as he sets sail around London, glides through historical monuments, and unearths long-forgotten secrets from beneath the waterway

Magic, to a sailor, is harnessing the windgetting something for nothingthe surprise of a gust, the boon of a side-wind, and the trial of a headwind and best of all, the moment when a change in direction means turning away from the head seas and wind and spray in silence and warmth. In 1969, man flew to the moon and sailed around the world solo. In 2009, sailor and Londoner Steffan Meyric Hughes thought hed try something a little closer to home and became the first to sail and row around London in a small boat. Along the way, he discovered the history of the great citys future and great secrets of the mysterious Thames: wrecks, bombs, and intrigue. Circle Line is the story of a unique journey on the forgotten waterways of one of the worlds greatest capitals; an investigation into the way we live today; and a humorous, moving trip down memory lane.

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CIRCLE LINE
Copyright Steffan Meyric Hughes, 2012
All rights reserved.
No part of this book may be reproduced by any means, nor transmitted, nor translated into a machine language, without the written permission of the publishers.
The right of Steffan Meyric Hughes to be identified as the author of this work has been asserted in accordance with sections 77 and 78 of the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988.
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This book is sold subject to the condition that it shall not, by way of trade or otherwise, be lent, re-sold, hired out or otherwise circulated in any form of binding or cover other than that in which it is published and without a similar condition including this condition being imposed on the subsequent publisher.
Summersdale Publishers Ltd
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PO19 1RP
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eISBN: 978-0-85765-765-7
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Steffan Meyric Hughes is a canoeist and sailor trapped in the body of a - photo 4

Steffan Meyric Hughes is a canoeist and sailor trapped in the body of a journalist. He has written for TheObserver, The Independent, Time Out and various marine titles. He is currently news editor at the monthly yachting magazine Classic Boat and lives in Finsbury Park, north London. This is his first book.

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CONTENTS Chapter 1 DAYS OF POWER 1990 Chapter 2 OF DOWNSHIFTERS KINGS - photo 5

CONTENTS

Chapter 1
DAYS OF POWER, 1990
Chapter 2
OF DOWNSHIFTERS, KINGS AND SPEED FREAKS
Chapter 3
SAIL WHEN YOU CAN
Chapter 4
DEAD WATERS
Chapter 5
STANDARD LIFE
Chapter 6 S
HIT CREEK
Chapter 7
FORCED TO CAMP
Chapter 8
DRAGONS AND TRAFFIC CONES
Chapter 9
ANGRY SWANS AND SAILING OVER A-ROADS
Chapter 10
DREAMS OF LEAVING
Chapter 11
ABOUT THE UMBRELLA
Chapter 12
THE STEAMING SPIRES OF COMMERCE
Chapter 13
THE REAL CIRCLE LINE
Chapter 14
DOWN THE INTESTINE
Chapter 15
WAITING FOR THE TIDE
Chapter 16
THE SMALL, METALLIC TRAIN RIDE
Chapter 17
SAILING ON SKIN
Chapter 18
BURIED ALIVE
Chapter 19
DOWNTOWN
Chapter 20
A TALE OF TWO SHIPS
Chapter 21
THE RULES
Chapter 22
TRAMPING
CHAPTER 1
DAYS OF POWER, 1990
London: The train over the river, the 'power station wave' and a novel idea.

Every man must believe in something. I believe I'll go canoeing.
H. D. T HOREAU

I t was only at low water, and better still a spring low, when the sun and moon combine to try to suck the water off the face of the earth, that you'd see the 'power station wave'. When the Thames ran out to sea leaving half the riverbed bare, you would see the cooling outlets of the Lots Road power station playing into its industrial little creek that resembled well, to my mind anyway a cataract of the White Nile. The power station, behind its faade of old London brick, hummed as it generated 92 megawatts of electricity rushing quietly through pythonous cables to power the tube trains running beneath the city.
Every time it was low tide, we'd get into our battered, blue, riveted-aluminium powerboat and skim west over the Thames from our canoeing club in Pimlico, our heads completely and magnificently filled with the fractured whine of the Tohatsu 40 hp two-stroker and the splashing of the hull on water. We'd arrive at the little creek in Chelsea, get into our plastic, dayglo kayaks, balance on the rim of the powerboat, snap neoprene spraydecks onto the edge of our cockpits and drop like seals into the river. Even from a distance, we'd hear the smooth, high pitched whine of the Rolls-Royce turbines, like a fleet of muted 747s taking off, and the sound would fill me with a sick, nervy excitement I can still feel every time I'm at an airport even at the most mundane moments of modern travel, like buying expensive post-9/11 toothpaste after losing mine at check-in.
On the cooling outlet wave, we would, over the space of a few years, learn the elemental craft of paddling a kayak on white water. As fifteen-year-old kids, it passed us by that some of the things we were learning were as old as civilisation. We were gear freaks, more interested in the next new paddle, new boat or new crash helmet, than in the reality of what we were doing. We should have guessed by the names. The Eskimo roll, clearly as old as the Eskimos who invented it; the ferry glide, crossing a stream with bows pointed upriver to compensate for the flow, sounds as though it may have been used by the ferryman of the River Styx. It took years for us to overcome our fear of drowning and just hang there upside down in the murk, before flipping upright again with a stroke of the paddle. Sometimes, after what felt like a near drowning on a cold February day, I would wonder why we did it. If we'd had more success with girls, no doubt we wouldn't have. Sometimes, on a sunny day, I'd cup a bit of the river in my hand and see tiny particles of warm brown river sediment floating in the water. I used to think the Thames was my river I still do, even though I now know others have a greater claim.
If I wasn't on the river, I was by it. School was on the river, and I'd see it going to school, returning home from school, and out of the window I'd gaze at it all day long. Often I'd stop by Blackfriars Bridge on a fast spring tide and see the power of the brown water funnelling through the spans of the bridge, setting up trains of standing waves that bounced off the immovable, grey stone support stanchions in big dirty pressure cushions. Standing waves are just like waves at sea, but with one big difference: at sea, the water stays in the same place and the wave energy moves through it; on a river, the energy stays in the same place and the water moves through it. I couldn't look at a body of water without wanting to be on it or in it and, at nights, I'd dream of the river.
In 2002, Lots Road Power Station, like Battersea and the others before it, shut its turbines down and the wave fell flat. It was the last working example of London's cathedrals of power, the grand, brick buildings of the Edwardian era when inventors like Thomas Edison were kings and progress was the future. Lots Road was built in the early 1900s to convert the steam-driven underground trains to the new, cleaner power of electricity. It was the biggest power station in the world when it went up, and the first building in London to top the dome of St Paul's Cathedral. When it stopped generating, it seemed like the end of London's days of power and the beginning of its new incarnation as a centre for commerce and theme park commemorating its own past, a history of relics that were all the next big thing and it seems unbelievable to me that a bunch of kids for a period of about five years were allowed to use the cooling outlet pipes of a power station as our playground, taking heavy-metal industrial technology for a joyride.
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