It didn't 'alf rain after we got moored but once it stopped a walk to the weir was in order. Had hoped of walking on the other bank but a private house got in the way and I don't think they would have appreciated me trespassing on their land.
|Lock landing was on the other side.|
So waking to a very fine morning, we left before the lock keeper was on duty and traveled the 7 miles to Goring. Must say we were kept on our toes by the canoeist. Our speed going downstream was around 5mph. We were easily overtaken by those going the same way as us, but those traveling upstream seemed to fly. I'm sure they create more wash then the big plastic cruisers! Meeting a slower narrowboat we did wonder if we would ever get past but Dave saw the opportunity on a wide expanse of river and went for it, closely followed by FS
At Cleeve lock we stopped for water. This is the only lock for quite a few miles to top up the tank and it seems as if everyone had the same idea. It was bedlam and without a lock keeper on duty to sort everyone out, queue jumping became the norm. We were very glad to have got there first and after 40 minutes of filling both Vixen and FS's tanks, (quite a slow fill compared to some on the Thames) we left them to it.
|Joined by two plastics.|
So kettle went on, chairs and sunbrolly set up, chocolate biscuits arrived supplied by Heather and a very pleasant hour was spent chatting about this and that but mainly New Zealand and the strengthening British pound. Good for us but not so good for them back in New Zealand.
|From L to R, haircut Dave, Heather, Ian, Marilyn and Heather's Dave.|
And seen on route,
|And older youngster|
|Dad in defense mode|
|Yet another Kite|