Set off at 10am today after doing the usual engine checks. Fuel’s looking okay—30 litres in the tank and another 20 litres in a jerry can. So I pushed off with the aim of reaching Abingdon.
The day turned out to be eventful yet again. There were no decent mooring spots anywhere along the way—no chance to grab a snack, lunch, coffee, or even a toilet break. So it was just a case of pressing on until something turned up. Eventually, I spotted a perfect little mooring spot, just the right size for me.
I hopped off with the centre line, pulled the boat in—so far, so good. But as I went to step back on board, the wind caught the boat and pushed it out… and yep, straight into the Thames I went. Chest-deep. Freezing. Rule number one—don’t panic. With no one around to help, I couldn’t climb directly back onto the boat, so I spent a few awkward minutes scrambling out via the bank—covered in thistles and nettles, of course.
Eventually managed to pull the boat back in, but decided not to try mooring again. I was drenched.
About an hour later, I reached the next lock. The lock keeper asked, “Having a good day?” I just pointed at my soaked boots. We both laughed. He told me to moor up just after the lock and get myself sorted out. So, after a change of clothes, some lunch, and a much-needed cuppa, I was back at it.
Cruising along at 3 miles an hour—sometimes it felt like I wasn’t moving at all thanks to the current and the wind. The forecast said the sun would come out today… it didn’t.
Finally pulled in at Culham Lock Visitor Moorings for the night. Another 6 hours at the tiller. The boat could use a bit of housework, and the stern deck boards are in dire need of a clean, but that can wait until I’m back on the Oxford.
Hard to believe it’s a Saturday night and I’m already in bed by 8:30pm. Even I’m shocked!
