Liz is at home to see us off.
Stopped outside the Slug and Lettuce in Staines for supplies, I was brought up in Staines (so was Ali G
The Swan opposite
We are now moored just above Penton Hook Lock and we have taken Sylar onto the island where I fished when I was a lad. Some friends and I once went all night fishing here and to keep warm we lit a bonfire, I fell asleep to close to the burning embers and awoke to find my parka alight. I notice there are No Fishing without a weir permit signs up now and the small dirt tracks on the island have been opened up to wide pathways for walkers.