The membership of the river club met on the jetty as the tide rose. A cheerful bunch of elderly men doing maintenance at season's close. Here the fluky tides hook in and drop detritus on the beach. Missing dinghies, bits of wood, plastic bottles for coke or bleach. The cheerful banter abruptly stopped some wondered why the chatter ceased for there with the flotsam and the junk was a sodden funeral wreath.