Thames Ring 1969
After a wet trip down the Grand Union the sun smiled on us as we ascended the Thames, the most magical of rivers.
The weather wasn't the only thing to brighten up, so did my prospects. My delight in messing about on the water was blatantly obvious and I remember the immense pride when Dad handed me the wheel (and a box!) and told me to steer the boat along the river. I would have been just about eight at the time and I felt so grown up. Either my father or my brother was always nearby but from that time on I wanted to steer at every opportunity. If the truth be told, I still tend to hog the steering but I relinquish the helm with a bit better grace these days!
Ahab's first stand
The Thames was at it sparkling best with mansions at every turn graceful towns at every lock. Perhaps one of the highlights for me was mooring on one of the eyots (islands) in the river and lighting a fire as it got dark. Real Swallows and Amazons stuff.
Fire on the Thames 1969 (ish)
We spent about four days on the Thames pausing at Abingdon which looks little different 40 years later. This was a magical time, one of the last long holidays we had with Dr D, my brother, who was well into his 20's and getting stuck into his career. The four of us did share later boating holidays, but never for more than a week, so this trip was something out of the ordinary and a landmark in the family history.
It's a shame that my sister wasn't with us with on these trips with us to complete the Ahab set.