I've just asked Richmond Bridge Boathouses to send me details of their camping skiffs. Call me a daydreamer, but I really fancy a long weekend sculling down the Thames. A vague memory of this article in last year's Independent, together with today's sunshine, is what has inspired me:
Two men in a boat. The gently flowing Thames. And a grand old lady of the river called Edward. What could be more relaxing than a few days afloat, asks Simon Calder.