26.09.15
Friends Jacky and Simon joined us in Pangbourne. We met them at the station on this warm sunny day, got back on board and travelled to Beale Park. We moored and had a leisurely BBQ - every small table we possessed passed on to the bank to set the food on. Pangbourne's butchers came up trumps once again with their Cumberland sausages and we'd successfully marinated some chicken with a tandoori style mix Pete had brought from home from his 'kit' of chillies his son had gifted him for his birthday. Yummy.
On to Goring in the fading afternoon sunlight, finishing our wine, we managed to get the last mooring going on the wall before the lock. Jack and Simon kindly agreed to get their train from Goring and Streatley station so that we didn't have to turn around and take them back to Pangbourne. This could have meant us trying to moor up in the dark, which wouldn't have been very clever. This is a lovely stretch of the Thames once again; grand houses with bowling green lawns sweeping down to the water, high banks of trees, kingfishers flashing, kites wheeling and swallows swooping the water. We rounded off our day in the pub before J and S caught their train at 8. Great seeing them and catching up and they are always flatteringly enthusiastic about the boat and our trips together.
Pete and I walked back to the boat in the dark, past George Michael's house (or at least we think we know which is his!), lit the fire and started washing up(lots of it). Pete couldn't get a TV signal for the rugby, so he returned to the pub to watch the England/Wales game. Meanwhile I discovered our fridge had been quietly defrosting itself, so had a fun time mopping puddles on the floor - this has happened before and is because our bank of main switches is on the wall as you come in from the stern- it is all too easy to lean on them without noticing. Obviously the defrosting this time a result of our inebriated swayings as we came in and out throughout the day, oops!
Friends Jacky and Simon joined us in Pangbourne. We met them at the station on this warm sunny day, got back on board and travelled to Beale Park. We moored and had a leisurely BBQ - every small table we possessed passed on to the bank to set the food on. Pangbourne's butchers came up trumps once again with their Cumberland sausages and we'd successfully marinated some chicken with a tandoori style mix Pete had brought from home from his 'kit' of chillies his son had gifted him for his birthday. Yummy.
On to Goring in the fading afternoon sunlight, finishing our wine, we managed to get the last mooring going on the wall before the lock. Jack and Simon kindly agreed to get their train from Goring and Streatley station so that we didn't have to turn around and take them back to Pangbourne. This could have meant us trying to moor up in the dark, which wouldn't have been very clever. This is a lovely stretch of the Thames once again; grand houses with bowling green lawns sweeping down to the water, high banks of trees, kingfishers flashing, kites wheeling and swallows swooping the water. We rounded off our day in the pub before J and S caught their train at 8. Great seeing them and catching up and they are always flatteringly enthusiastic about the boat and our trips together.
Pete and I walked back to the boat in the dark, past George Michael's house (or at least we think we know which is his!), lit the fire and started washing up(lots of it). Pete couldn't get a TV signal for the rugby, so he returned to the pub to watch the England/Wales game. Meanwhile I discovered our fridge had been quietly defrosting itself, so had a fun time mopping puddles on the floor - this has happened before and is because our bank of main switches is on the wall as you come in from the stern- it is all too easy to lean on them without noticing. Obviously the defrosting this time a result of our inebriated swayings as we came in and out throughout the day, oops!
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