A Ripple of Inspiration: The Thames, Our Muse It was one of those classic London mornings, a soft, misty drizzle cloaking the city in a muted watercolour. I was standing by the river, just near Southwark, watching the Thames ebb and flow, its ancient waters carrying tales of centuries past. The city hummed around me, a symphony of history and modern life, yet the river itself remained a constant, ever-moving, ever-shaping force. It wasn't a sudden bolt of lightning, more like a gentle, persistent nudge, a quiet observation that settled into an idea: how could we capture that enduring spirit, t...
