St Catherines GuildfordLeft Nick in boat world while I drove for the first time in nine months, rode the clutch all the way down to sunny Hove for the dentist. Thank you Mummy. Covered an astonishing amount of miles with family stop offs in between. Back on the river, lots of boat activity. The weather has finally taken a turn for the better and warmed up – yay.


GuildfordSet off as early as we could possibly manage, just before eleven. Through some lush countryside before stopping for a water fill in readiness for our Guildford sit in. Stuck behind a hotel boat for most of the morning we floored the throttle and just about made it in time for our SFR schedule in town lock. Faith and DaisyGremlins onboard, Sar left to feed the meter at which point we had a horrifying thought we may have been left in charge for the weekend – thankfully she reappeared, Nanny to boot. Walked up into Guildford High Street, glad to report nothing much has changed since September other than the opening of Joules…Henley and Marlow watch out. Apple bobbing, Kim’s game, colouring, chipolattas – the gremlins were in bed with ipad TV by the time Nick arrived with supper. Sitting happy under the willow on Guildford Meadow, this is as close to home as we can get – the place needless to say.


National Trust locksWoke to silence, no rain hammering on the roof. Moved up through the first lock, pulled in for water. Liking the National Trust’s all or nothing lottery approach to locks – paddles lowered but gates left open…you either get a really easy deal, or have to sort a previous lock inhabitant aftermath before starting over for yourself. Not so keen on the endless gate paddles, they have to be inched up in order to avoid slamming the boat into the far wall.

flood gate

flood gate

Travelled through Walsham and Worsfold flood gates, permanently open other than in times of heavy rain. Had got used to the speed moving down stream on the wide expanse of the Thames, now travelling up river through winding countryside our mileage guessometer needs adjusting, by lunchtime we’d managed a pathetic two miles.
All very beautiful, locks are immaculately maintained with water planters bursting with greenery. Stocked up with a supply of logs this afternoon, still lighting a fire each evening despite it almost being June. Mists rising from the water tonight all looking quite Everglade, hard to imagine Guildford town centre is three miles away.


River WeyNot enough blue sky to make anything today. Walked Murk in the rain, met a lock keeper hurrying out to crank open the weir. Lunch in The Anchor, watching narrowboats shuffle past, crewed by drowned rats.
Negotiated a fairly treacherous route into West Byfleet, along a lane used as a rat run for the M3 and M25. The iphone had a funny idea of how far 1.7 miles should be. Quick Waitrose dash and out again…20 minutes of West Byfleet was enough. All calm back in canal world. By evening the rain had cleared, chimneys twisted smoke into the sky as a new street of neighbours lined up for the night.

River Wey

Never dreamt we’d use the full seven days of Thames license and love every minute. Windy this morning, really windy.Shepperton lock Washing machine spinning we left Runnymede. Stacks of boats waiting for every lock, generally being smacked about. With the locks getting bigger the keepers grew more fastidious about lock etiquette: move forward as far as you can; bow and stern lines on; engine off – all fine except some boats don’t start first time of asking, so we waited while a non-starter was hauled from Chertsey lock. Moored for lunch, waves lapping. Untied and turned, headingRiver Wey and Godalming Navigation for Shechoppy Thamespperton lock, the boat was at a strangely wonky angle in the wind, all very nautical and probably not something a narrowboat should be doing.

Shepperton gates opened, revealing a cat’s cradle of waterways and boats. Full throttle on to cut across the mayhem, headed straight for the River Wey and Godalming Navigation sign. In and scammed for yet another license, we filled with water. Sticker in our ever growing window display, Wey windlass on the roof (it just has a longer handle) we headed off. Soon at Coxes lock, built in 1651, the deepest unmannedCoxes lock  lock on the navigation. Beside the lock stands a mill and pond, generally regarded as industrially the most significant mill on the Wey, over the years a variety of goods were produced, most notably flour. The wheel finally stopped turning in 1983, it’s now apartments complete with private gym and pool.

On further, deeper into the countryside. Had several attempts at mooring only to hear the grinding, gritty, shunting noise meaning we were on the way to getting stuck. Finally tied up in a cluster of boats opposite Pyrford Marina. Knackered, windswept and rope burnt hands, the forecast looks grim – let it rain.


Old Windosr lockHugely busy this morning, boats speeding past, most of which we caught again waiting for Old Windsor lock. Crammed in behind a bunch of cruisers, letting go of the stern line would have resultedswimming in Thames in a crumpled fibreglass explosion. Texting while you hold the rope gets them worried. Soon arrived at Runnymede. Painted the pole/hook and re-painted the crash damage. Nick turned his nose up when, half joking I suggested we might swim. Five minutes

Magna Carta Memorial

Magna Carta Memorial

later, amidst masses ofswimming in Thames sploshes and splashing, Murk went ballistic practically leaping from the bow. Looked out to see Nick fighting the flow. Yep that water is cold.

Read and learn SFR…Runnymede is where King John sealed the Magna Carta in 1215. Other representations of freedom and liberty are hidden amongst the woodlands. 50 steps lead to the Kennedy memorial, set on an acre of land gifted to America in 1965.Kennedy Memorial

The Air Forces Memorial is a whole different kettle of fish, up and up we climbed passing people collapsed on benches until we reached the hill-top where the sun beat down on the sombre, still, white building. From up there Wembley, Heathrow, Windsor Castle and the M25 looked very toy town.

American turf

American turf

Monaco G4326rand Prix was interrupted from time to time by humongous cruisers flying up alongside the boat, discussing -between swigs of champagne – whether they might more alongside, think we’ve mastered the ‘Not Welcome To Moor Alongside’ look as nobody did. Bank holiday weekend cruiser madness has gone to bed.


Windsor CastleLeft beautiful Cliveden, never did see the mooring fee buggy. On through Boulters lock. Boats of all shapes and sizes,Waitrose drifting, whizzing, chugging about, most heading upstream to Hurley. A short trip from Cliveden to WaitroseWindsor racecourse where we did a U-ey and stopped for much needed water. On and down into the centre of Windsor, the castle sat high above the Thames. Moored up an arm, the ticket attendant appeared from under the bridge like a troll. Set off in search of food. Although we know Windsor quite well it feels totally different arriving by boat and walking from the river. Did a bit of



window shopping, then ventured into the enormous space age Waitrose. ‘Someone’s paying for this,’ Nick looked up at the gigantic silver lettering as the escalator climbed, 15 minutes later we descended, understanding exactly who was paying for all that jazz.
Back to the boat, took Murk for a walk into Eton. Arriving home the guys in front had almost completed their roof top larger empties decoration from bow to stern, swarms of children wWindsorere spilling over from the mini-fair; three whole days of Cliveden tranquility meant this sort of activity was an assault on our senses, so we untied and set free into the sunset. Well freeish, took about an hour to get through 237ft long Romney lock as the electronic sluice gates were temperamental.