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West from Windsor retracing our steps, stopping at Temple lock for the night and continuing to Hallsmead Islet Friday evening.
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This was the end of our exploring with too much time to spare. As we swung aroung and brought her purring motor up to 1800 RPM we forged westward away from London and the polution. You have by now read far more about the river Thames lock specfications than I anticipate you care about, so your reading is becomming far shorter from here on as the camera had also developed a illness. We worked our way northward retracing our steps we discussed the famous " what now " question, trying to remember the mooring spots that we had neglected on the way south. Time was passing quickly now as this was familiar and we yearned to find another byway to creep into. We ran consistently northward as this part of the Thames is not condusive to overnight mooring and reached Windsor just before the locks closed for the night. Once again we stopped in Windsor for the night, finding the same mooring vacant. |
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By 16:00 hrs we once again arrived at Temple lock where Edgar had had the first real sucess fishing and we secured perhaps one hundred feet downstream for where we had on the way down. Friday September 5 , 1997 Today the weather was fine, but the day passed uneventfully. poking our nose into quiet minor channels we had passed on the way down. Approximately 16:00 hrs we found our perfect secluded mooring at mile 50.5 not far below Soning Lock. |
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The mooring was mid stream on Hallsmead Islet. This was to be perhaps the best fishing of the entire trip as one after another Edgar snagged fat little perch. |
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As dusk set in we watched as lanterns were lit along the shore by fishermen beginning their nightly quest for char. The mist began to rise from the water and the entire image was something out of a fairy tale. The news was full of tomorrows preperations for Diana's funeral. It was becomming chilly now and we were glad of the glowing propane fireplace on the wall as we curled up for the night |
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