Leaving our beautiful overnight moorings, all trace of the millions of Mayflies from the previous evening had gone. Their hatch certainly provided easy pickings for the birds and fish. Such is the transience of the adult forms short life.
The next hop was to the ever popular stop at Thrupp. As usual and even though we arrived early, it was rammed. We managed to get in off the main straight, just before the Jolly Boatman. There was certainly an increase in traffic at this end of the canal. After settling in, we eventually decided to give The Boat a revisit and once again were not disappointed in the food or the beer, if not the price! But we are in the opulent south now, so the prices reflect this.
Travelling into Oxford, we had decided, unfortunately as it turned out, to give Duke's Cut a miss. The route in now has far fewer permanently moored boats than previously and is rather pleasant. It also has services, which we wanted to use before descending onto the river. The moorings before Isis lock were not too busy, but past experience told us they were noisy, due to the railway nearby. As we intended to stop for a few days the river moorings seemed a better option.
this looks like good news, although it doesn't look like there are any plans
for any moorings within the development
Approaching the lock, there appeared to be two boats waiting to descend, which reverted to one when it became apparent that one was moored virtually onto the winding hole. The boat ahead of us was an Anglo Welsh and as usual, Ali went ahead to assist.
If you know Oxford, you will be aware of the arm extending beyond the lock with mostly permanent moorings. This also has an Elsan point and taps. It would appear that a river dweller decided to use these facilities by mooring on the lock landing! As this is opposite the lock mouth, and as the made no effort to obviate the nuisance they were causing by pulling as far back away from the lock as they could, chaos reigned!
A single handed attempting to land and wait to come up the lock, because of the obstruction, was caught by the flow and became pinned to the boom. The Anglo Welsh upon leaving the lock tried to help him and managed to assist him, before they themselves became victim to the quite vicious flow.
Ali intervened and eventually persuaded said nuisance boat to move back at least on the pontoon. (Whilst we were present, no effort seemed to be made to get water!) We exited and eventually managed to assist the hire boater off the boom and on their way.
Under Osney bridge, we spied a single space on the visitor moorings. The rivets flow was not inconsiderable and as the space was only slightly longer than us, a slow reverse in was required, but we were soon safely in. The first day is free here, then £5 per day for the following two allowed. Good value really as you are in the heart of the city. We were also very near what turned out to be a rather excellent pub, The Punter. Over the next few days, we enjoyed the good weather, the city and of course what became our pub! Quirky but excellent menu. We walked our socks off visiting the city and walking the river paths. As there was university boating competitions on, we tarried until these finished, departing on the Sunday.
Bikes outside the train station
Morning! Think this is the reason our cover needs cleaning!
Only a short hop down to Abingdon.
Our first lock this year on the Thames
Past Caudwell's Castle
through the narrow
onto the wide
the aftermath of the end of the rowing parties, lots of champagne bottles around!
definitely in red kite country now, they are everywhere
first 'creche' of the year
Another popular stop especially for the yogurt pots, who seem to moor up leaving large spaces between them! After a fuel stop and turning the boat to face the flow, we eventually squeezed in opposite the Nags Head. (But we ate a rather good pizza in the Crown and Thistle!)
Abingdon is a rather pleasant town and we lingered a while.
The forecast was ominous for Tuesday, but we thought if we got a move on, we could moor up before the deluge. We were wrong. We made it most of the way, but just before reaching Wallingford, the rain arrived in torrents! As luck would have it, as we turned to moor against the flow, a large cruiser pulled off and we slotted in. The narrow boat we shared the last lock with, then breasted up to us, as the inn was full! So here we sit, the not so soft patter of rain our accompaniment.
I really could get very used to these locks. All are manned and very gentle. The keepers are a friendly bunch and one said to us recently, that it's narrow boats moving that retains their role as they are now more than 50% of the traffic on the river.
the houses are getting bigger
as are the boat houses!
loved this one
Miles 35
Locks 17.
