Echo

I can't believe it! Literally two days after I have sung under the Brunel Bridge, Susan Philipsz pips me to the post by being a Turner nominee for singing folk songs under bridges amongst other things.
I am reduced to being an echo of someone else.
And I was disappointed because the ducks weren't there to accompany the song.
I will put the song on Myspace, hidden at the bottom where no-one can see. It's not a very brilliant song, because I made it up just before I clambered out of the boat, once I could see there was nobody fishing there.
You can hear the wind, and imagine how cold it was.
Yes, it was cold.