Monday 6th May; We left Pangbourne this
morning with Florida sky’s and bright sunshine making for Reading and the mouth
of the Kennet and Avon, with only two locks ahead of us for the day.
It was not long after setting off that we passed what can
only be described as an Alpaca Farm, with several fields of (flocks if that’s what
they are called) of Alpacas of various colours grazing surreally on the
riverside pastures. We soon arrived at Mapledurham Lock with all facilities and
took advantage by doing all our usual chores and refilling the water tank. We
were surprised to recognise the lock keeper, only to be told that we had met
him two days ago at Whitchurch (I must be getting old, it’s the memory you
know) as he is a temporary lock keeper and fills in for the full time lockies.
Through the lock we saw Mapledurham House, one of England’s finest Tudor
buildings, where the final chapters of the “Forsyte Saga” were written and
where E. H. Shepard was inspired to illustrate “the wind in the willows”.
Passing several islands we soon approached Caversham with
expensive houses lining the banks of the Thames, some of which we recognised
from our last trip, four years ago, one of which had only changed by not having
his Hughes 500 helicopter in the garden (must have sold it, poor thing).
Through Caversham Bridge where we stopped on the last trip and on down to the
last lock of the day and this done we only had a short journey down to the Tesco
moorings where we pulled over for the night.
A Canada goose making good use of the thatch
What, no helicopter this year
Tuesday the 7th; today is the day when we
enter the Kennet and Avon, leaving the Tesco moorings at 10.00 we had a few
hundred yards (meters) to go before turning right up the K&A. The first
thing I noticed was the increased flow of water as we pushed our way up to the
first lock, thinking that as we passed the lock the water would slow down (but
no). This first lock was manned and we were assisted through which went very
well and we were soon on our way through Reading and under the many bridges.
Reading itself is a very modern city, especially along the
waterfront with its many head office buildings of well known, worldwide
companies. Most all of the buildings look very new with bright red brick and
white sandstone, and climb up from the wharf’s edge reaching for the sky, and it’s
all rather spectacular in a way. In front of us now are traffic lights which
control the flow of boats through the centre of the town (why, I thought to
myself) and like a pedestrian crossing there was a control panel on which a
button had to be pressed to get either a red or green light. The button pressed
and we got a green (the water still flowing very fast through the town) and we
set off, being warned not to stop until we reached County Lock. This section is
again all very new, passing the Oracle Centre and more restaurants than I had
ever seen in one place, here the river has sharp bends going left to right and
back again all the way through, under several bridges and now I understand why
there are traffic lights, for if you met anything coming downstream you would
be sure to have an accident or two. Eventually you reach County Lock, with a
weir to the right with the water gushing over it and on through the town,
however once at the lock you have a moment of tranquillity.
From here we did a further three miles before mooring just
above bridge 14, by the Cunning Man pub, and a word of warning if travelling
upstream in a strong flow, at bridge 14 stay over to the right and put some
revs on, otherwise you will come to a stop and pushed onto the towpath under
the bridge.
We had moored up and were eating our lunch when we saw a boat
passing us on its way downstream, it was NB Morning Myst, so we waved franticly
as we knew of the boat from our friends John and Graham. At the helm was Bob
and he saw us and made to pull over and moor up, so we quickly finished our
lunch and went out to meet them, chatting for a short while. Now with the offer
of tea or coffee we arranged to go back at 3.30 for a chat and get to know them
both (Bob and June). We eventually spent a couple of hours with them and have
to say what a nice couple they are, and hopefully we have added two new friends
to the many we have met whilst boating. (Thank you guys for a great afternoon
and allowing us to join you both, and of course Phoenix).
Wednesday the 8th; With a fond faiwell to Bob and
June we were soon on our way again up the K&A, with a promise of meeting up
with them around September. Ahead of us are 6 swing bridges and 7 locks, as we
plan to stop when we get to Aldermaston, only six miles further upstream. I
would like to point out at this time, for those who do not know, the K&A is
more a river than a canal at least as far as we have travelled so far.
At the first lock we teamed up with NB Mithril, skippered by
Greg and Celia and stayed with them all the way to Aldermaston, a nice couple
who made our journey a lot easier as this is their local canal. The stream here
is still quite fast, and I calculated it as being around 3.45mph, which made
the journey a little more difficult than we had travelled before. Someone had
told us that the K&A is hard work, but very pleasant and I have to say that
I agree with them so far. With the flow of the river the helm demands a lot
more concentration than normal to keep it centred and running straight, not much
time for enjoying the scenery.
Arriving at Aldermaston, we left our travelling companions
as they pulled over at the bottom of their garden and moored up, as for us we
went through the lift bridge (28) and moored up on the 48hour visitor moorings
just before Aldermaston Lock. It is a quiet wharf, offering all facilities and
a secure overnight mooring. A note, we had tried several spots for mooring,
however the sides of the river are very shallow and we could not get the boat
anywhere near the bank.
And now with 60mph winds and rain forecast for tomorrow, we
are battening down the hatches and staying put for the day.