Friday, 22 April 2011

NotsoGood Friday

Temple Lock mooringOvernighted at Cliveden Deep (poo island), so that it would be just a short hop to Bourne End to pick up supplies. When we got there, it was heaving with people, stuffed with boats, and super busy. So there was no time for the showers we'd hoped for, or any chance of an overnight stop.

the bigger the boat, the bigger the arseholeTopped up the diesel tank, and discovered that the trip down to Runnymede and back had taken 20 litres of fuel. I'm pretty sure the engine was running for more than 20 hours over that journey, which means our little Bukh uses less than a litre an hour. Which is great news.

Said our fond farewells to the marina staff, Peter, Matty, and Richie, and departed. Sorry to leave, but happy to go. It was a strange feeling. Hope we will see them all again, one day. Guys, if you ever read this, thanks for everything. We really enjoyed getting to know you, and wish you all the best for the future. Memories of your kind hospitality, and the happy times we spent at Bourne End, will always be with us.

Pootled ourselves up to the Gosmoor moorings, where everybody was cursing Alan & Sue's boat "Latitude" for being sat in the middle of the visitor's space. So, no chance of stopping there. Went through the lock to Marlow, to discover Higginson park was also stuffed full of selfishly moored giant plastics. So, no stopping there, either.

Thought we would have to head up to Medmenham, risking engine meltdown on the way, but we were lucky and managed to squeeze ourselves onto the public moorings just below Temple lock. Where we're hoping to enjoy a peaceful night being gently bobbed about by the weir stream.

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