Windy in Walingford

What  a night, cor wasn't it windy, we were moored against a wall in Wallingford and was tossed and rolled all night, got up once to make sure the ropes were tied up ok which they were, but we were still rock n rolling .

After eventually getting to sleep we woke to a bright sunny morning but their was still a wind around, so we set off under the bridge of Wallingford, and the river widens with farmlands on both sides occasionally a big house sits proud and neat compared to the country side, the wind is a challenge and buffers the boat left and right. The hills gradually narrows around the river as we approach Cleeve lock and then Goring lock where we are going to moor for the night.

Rowers the equilavant of cyclist on the roads, pain in the butt :) 

This lock is set in a fantastic location with massive weirs make a spectacular sight, we moor and baton down the hatches again, but the winds aren't half as bad as light, speak to you tomorrow .

On another note I lost another dental implant, don't know what's happening and will be glad to get back home and to the dentist, maybe it's scurvy the curse of the sailor.