Well Windsor did not hold me. We were up and gone well before nine. In fact when we arrived at the next lock (Boveney) I went and made a cuppa and a sandwich while I waited for it to open at 9.
Molly refuses to go inside the boat while I am on the tiller. It doesn’t matter how cold it gets if I say go inside she puts on her ‘no I don't want to go in I am staying with you ‘ look. Silly girl!!!
I have lost count of the number of herons I have seen on this trip, but I can count the seven kingfishers easily.
This is a pair of Archimedes’ screws. To get this picture you have to be grounded, yes on the bottom, but where?
I moored in Kingston on the town side 24s. Spent the next half hour talking to the local bobby.
Tomorrow I am going to meet up with an old friend for lunch in Teddington.