Shillingford
Well, just after the crack of noon, the good ship IRIS slipped her moorings in Reading and headed out onto the Thames for our journey to the upper reaches of the river. Just me, Mary and about 400 spiders make up the crew.

Before the off there were a few jobs to be done. I finally replaced the skanky old sink in the kitchen with this stylish number.



Mary painted various floorboards, hatches and deck areas, so between us we got a few things out of the way.



On monday I topped up the fuel tanks (note, I did actually pay for the fuel) and we headed out.



We got past Goring and Cleeve lock before stopping for the night, handily close to a gastro-pub, the Beetle and Wedge, were we had a couple of drinks and watched the sun set.

Today its been raining and miserable, here are a couple of shots of the river,



This bridge was probably built by I.K. Brunel, he made lots of stuff.



By early afternoon we'd only made it far as Shillingford due to slow boat, headwinds and current. As we popped out the other side of the bridge there I saw a mooring and a pub. It wasn't a hard decision to make.