it was a dull day when I walked along the river, grey skies sulking, skulking overhead clouds sullen grey but Boathouse Drive was a hive of slender-limbed youths bustling about with canoes, black swans' beady-eyed gimlets protecting three downy cygnets, scurry by, hurry by feigning disinterest, then shiver, quiver as skies open and deliver, . 7 1 / 2 1 / 9 0