Just "another" London weekend.
Having mentally prepared for a quiet Saturday on the outskirts of suburban London (the plan was to tick off one of our Pinterest board ‘London to-do’ items), a friend called pre-breakfast who had decided it was perfect weather for cruising along the Thames and embarking for a waterside pub grub lunch mid-journey. Luckily he wasn’t calling just to tease, and had reserved a couple of spare berths for us landlubbers on his seaworthy steed and would meet us at dockside in a couple of hours.
Casting off our plans for the day (and mentally preparing as many terrible puns as we could muster) we donned our Breton stripes and deck shoes – the token kiwi in florals and flats - and boarded just as the cloudy sky was clearing as promised.
As we drifted along the waters running alongside Runnymede (infamous for the signing of the Magna Carta), we passed a plethora of riverside mansions of all shapes and sizes; Canal boats adorned with rooftop gardens and snoozing cats, sprawling ancestral tudor manors, cut-glass modern houses, boxy apartment buildings and boats. So many beautiful boats of all shapes and sizes.
A couple of hours after disembarking, we picked our mid-way turn about point and decided to refuel at a local eating house.
canals and rivers) we rubbed our bellies with little disguised glee. Breakfast had been a long, long time ago...
The captain turned the key to restart the motor, but instead of the purr of an engine kicking into to touch all we got was a click. We were stranded in the middle of a busy passing shoulder of the river with no real alternatives to get home, or get our friends back to their car (and onwards to a soiree they had planned).
|A Lock in action... see how the river level drops about 6 feet - it only takes about 5 minutes too.|
That man is such a legend.
ps. excuse the quality of some of these photos - we're having wifi issues at the moment - the worst nightmare of a blogpost!