A pocket of resistance with performances on the banks of the River Thames by Canary Wharf, a place that exists between water and land, private and public space, wealth and poverty, past and present, and an unknowable future. Where the tide slowly recedes, and a small foreshore is temporarily exposed...Poppy Jackson had intended to make a performance, in the fullness of her pregnancy, as part of CHOHW, on the foreshore in Spring. Her daughter Wanda was born in early summer. Anne Bean drops some blood from her birth into the river to combine with the water and then to wander out into the world on an unknowable voyage...At the solstice High Water on 20 December 2020 at 16:46 Anne Bean read this incantation by Sarah Andrew:.We don’t know what we’ve lost if we.don’t know how to say it..We don’t know what we’ve lost if we.don’t have words to say,.We don’t know what we’ve lost and.we don’t know how to play it,.We don’t know what we’ve lost and.we don’t know what to pay..