Decisions, Decisions, Decisions: What Size?

Wanderlust takes on water at Cleeve Lock.

Wanderlust takes on water at Cleeve Lock.

A while back I started a series of posts that described our barge buying experience. The intent was to share some of what were learned in process that led us to Wanderlust with those contemplating a similar path. Along the way life’s distractions set in and the articles languished amongst the long list of things to do. With this post, I continue the story of Wanderlust. Hopefully the gap to the next segment will not be as long! Continue reading

The Thames: Boveney Lock

Boveney Lock

Boveney Lock

I admit to having a fascination with locks. The concept is simple. By coordinating the movement of water into and out of a chamber held between two gates a boat can be lifted unnaturally uphill. It is a modest feat of hydraulic engineering. In practice a lock cycle passes the same way time. Each boat starts and ends in calm water. In between a torrent enters or leaves the lock bringing a boat to the next level. The repetitive cycle should get old but somehow it doesn’t. Continue reading

The Thames: Abingdon

 

Abingdon presents well from the Thames.

Abingdon presents well from the Thames.

Leaving Cleeve Lock near Goring we pushed upstream against the Thames’ current until we reached the historic market town of Abingdon. Abingdon claims to be the oldest continuously occupied town in Britain, an assertion that is difficult to dispute. Today the town is popular with tourists and boaters. And like our prior stop at Cleeve Lock, Abingdon has a place in modern music history. The band Radiohead formed when studying at Abingdon School. Continue reading

Goring

Wanderlust moored (improperly) below Goring's lock and weir.

Wanderlust moored (improperly) below Goring’s lock and weir.

A day’s cruise upstream from Wanderlust’s base in Caversham is the English village of Goring-on-Thames.  Early in October, at the edge of fall, we moored overnight at Goring’s lock.  With the sounds of the water of the Thames rushing over the nearby weir filling the air we spent a peaceful night.

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