Leaving Bishop's Waltham in our wake (on Tuesday morning) we plodded South, alongside a chain of reservoirs, through mile upon (seemingly) endless mile of rural/industrial wasteland, between serried ranks of gargantuan electricity pylons,
marching inexorably down to feed the insatiable appetite of the bloated metropolis. Approaching the capital, the waterways become increasingly populated by plastic bags, plastic bottles, drink-cans, etc., etc.; entailing several stops to clear the propeller. Strangely enough; the water itself is disconcertingly clear!Eventually, we arrive in Limehouse Basin, to find an idyllic oasis of modern buildings, in a fairly quiet setting, just a hundred yards from a congested urban thoroughfare.
A medium-sized marina; filled with boats and yachts of all description; this is the real gateway to the the Thames, and all points upriver and down.
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| Downriver ... to the sea! |
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| Upriver ... to tomorrow's adventure! |
Mooring overnight, we awaited the arrival of our friends Phil and Pat Marlow-Mann; bringing the essential supplies of life-jackets and Marine VHF Radio ... lacking which the lockmaster would not allow us out onto the 'Tidal Thames'.
With the lockmaster observing our departure ...
.... we turned right, and this was our view ...
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