No ships in sight on the quay. The river was still high, and the water was running swiftly making the small boats on the other bank look as though they were moving. Ducks that landed on the surface of the river floated past at about 7km/h; a fast walking pace. I finished my leisurely breakfast and formulated a plan for the day. I would infiltrate the Hilton and see if I could get permission to film inside. The approach would have to be carefully planned and I dressed for the occasion; my smartest casual shirt and trousers far too warm for the weather.