Goring lock was literally a stones throw from Cleeve lock. Self service as we were too early for the lock keeper. We still wasn't the first to arrive though, as a boat had beaten us to it below the lock.
More canoeist but this time team GB with the lady canoeists pacing themselves, first upstream and then powering on downstream.
Then coming through reading Ian suddenly threw FS into reverse. Not sure what was going on until I spied the upturned canoe. Where was it's occupant? Two paddles in the water and a lone canoeist frantically shouting for us to stop. 'Do you need help?' shouts I. 'No' came the reply 'Everything is under control'. Still had no idea if anyone was trapped but judging by his total lack of concern, assumed not.
|Seems the young girl in pink life jacket not holding the rope was the one to go in.|
|Meeting the African Queen|
So only one other option open and that was between two trees. Not ideal as the trunks came out well over the water. We had no choice but to attempt to get in.A chap in a cruiser helped by taken our rope. The back end stuck out a mile and the front only went in so far. The trunk was also an issue so out came my seat cover from the bow and Ian wrapped it round the trunk and securely tied it on.
|Dave coming into breast up|
|Tesco shop completed and Ian returning the trollys|
Still officially on the Thames, Blakes lock was the last of the Thames large locks. The Self Service boards were up and the last lock to be operated by the paddle wheels. Soon the dust was to be brushed of the windlass as we were back to the broad canal locks again.
|Push the button Dave. We had to wait for the green light.|
|Green light and off we go.|
|Right through the center of Reading. Not allowed to stop unfortunately.|
|County lock after the traffic lights|
|One of the fiercest weirs I have encountered. Fobney lock|
And on route
|And beginning it's change|