25th August
We left a busy Pangbourne on bank holiday Monday in the pouring rain. The evening before we had witnessed the most amazing piece of mooring by a 15 year old (we later found out) who came hurtling into a tight space in front of us in a 12' wide plastic monstrosity without hitting us, the bank or the boat ahead! We were impressed, although the lady we spoke to on board (presumably a mum of the party of 8) was somewhat bemused as she told us through the shower room hatch which was merely 2' from our bow, that they had tried to moor at The Swan and had taken out the railings there; she was trying to put on make up at the time and ended up with a streak of eyeliner across her cheek as the boat ricocheted! The fearlessness of the young!
We intending to do a short day, but once we were drenched decided it made no difference and pressed on to Henley, observing the wet crowds piling out of the Reading festival towards the station and onto river taxis with their backpacks and soggy bedding.
We moored by the park, had showers, lit the fire and filled the boat with steam from our wet clothes.
Pangbourne: Looming boat behind us too
The shower hatch next door
Wet Henley park through our window.
We left a busy Pangbourne on bank holiday Monday in the pouring rain. The evening before we had witnessed the most amazing piece of mooring by a 15 year old (we later found out) who came hurtling into a tight space in front of us in a 12' wide plastic monstrosity without hitting us, the bank or the boat ahead! We were impressed, although the lady we spoke to on board (presumably a mum of the party of 8) was somewhat bemused as she told us through the shower room hatch which was merely 2' from our bow, that they had tried to moor at The Swan and had taken out the railings there; she was trying to put on make up at the time and ended up with a streak of eyeliner across her cheek as the boat ricocheted! The fearlessness of the young!
We intending to do a short day, but once we were drenched decided it made no difference and pressed on to Henley, observing the wet crowds piling out of the Reading festival towards the station and onto river taxis with their backpacks and soggy bedding.
We moored by the park, had showers, lit the fire and filled the boat with steam from our wet clothes.
Pangbourne: Looming boat behind us too
The shower hatch next door
Wet Henley park through our window.
Location:Henley
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