“I come from haunt of coot and hern” (Tennyson)

Alfred Tennyson’s line comes to me again and agin on the river.  Although he was ‘speaking’ as a babbling brook, I find the line babbling in my mind and from my lips incessantly as I see the Thames birdlife. I eventually realised that a ‘hern’ is a heron, so here are  ……. ….. my coot and myContinue reading ““I come from haunt of coot and hern” (Tennyson)”

The calm and storm of Benson Lock

It’s great when we get to be at the front of a BIG lock going upstream.  It’s the closest I get to white water rafting when the sluices are opened!  Hard to get a photo that even begins to convey this, but these few at Benson Lock give a slight feel of the calm andContinue reading “The calm and storm of Benson Lock”

Lock jams, boat jams and traffic jams with some bridges and animals.

It’s a bit different here on the upper reaches of the Thames (or should I say Isis?)  The scenery is flatter, more meadows …. and, a delight for me, more farm animals. (I can lay off Farmville and Smurf Village for a while and get my rural kicks for real).   Stewart kept calling “Cow!”Continue reading “Lock jams, boat jams and traffic jams with some bridges and animals.”

Greetings from Goring on Thames

We like it here with views from the bridge (over to Streatley) ….. …. views from the back deck …. …. and a view OF the back deck Hold on, something’s missing …. Ah yes, Captain and crew!             We like it SO much we came back again with Peter and Aileen.Continue reading “Greetings from Goring on Thames”