Next day, April 14, is sunny and the temperature will
reach 22 degrees C by lunchtime. The Thames appears to hang a left and flows northeast
before it drops down southeast to Oxford’s spires, a twelve-mile stretch to
Godstow Bridge.
More locks, fewer bridges.
I failed to meet the boys at Northmoor
lock having got stuck on a bridle path in a dark wood and having struggled free
fell into the arms of a footpath with steep and scary hedges. The next planned
RVP was also denied me as the road down to Badlock Hythe an ancient Roman ford,
was closed to cycles and cars.
At pretty Pinkhill Lock I arrived here
well before Mike and Dave. I shared our chocolate confection and a conversation
with the lock keeper who welcomed a break from the last of his spring-cleaning
painting.
We spoke of floods and fishing and pubs. He
singled out The Trout Inn (our place of supper last night) as being once great
but now not a favourite amongst Angler. I played down our wonderful evening at
The Trout for fear of being viewed a ponce. Mike and Dave arrive at Pinkhill to
share chocolate and we are recommended to lunch at The Talbot Inn. For me this
is reached by paying a toll on Swindford Bridge, 5p.
We enjoyed sandwiches at The Talbot; each
one was not so much a ‘doorstep’ more a complete flight of stairs.
I drive onto Godstow Lock and peddle back
across a broad meadow to link up at Kings Lock. The three of us walk back
downstream to Godstow Bridge. Now we are little over three miles from Oxford
and look across the fields to the city. The hot sun has brought out more
walkers and families, one couple lounge by a bend in the river, he in bathing
costume, preparing for a dip.
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