The birthday girl was still in bed when I got up to make the tea. A cox less pair and a coxed four are being put through their paces, shouted instruction through megaphones directed from following coaching launches. Cards and gifts open, bacon banjo's eaten we pulled the pins at 10:00 through Whitchurch lock and beneath the new Whitchurch Toll Bridge still under construction, we pulled in on Pangbourne meadow and put the pins back in at 11:00.
I spent the afternoon sitting on the bank watching boats of all sizes and description while cleaning one of the brass roof mushroom vents while Sue and Betty watched 'Mrs Browns boy's' pick up a gold and silver in the triathlon.
|Exiting Whitchurch lock|
|Birthday meal at the Swan, Pangbourne.|