A couple of narrowboats were moored up above the lock, but only plastic boats and canoes were actually moving. I'm afraid to admit that I have taught ten year old Jacob that people paddling canoes are called canoodlers. One day he'll pay me back I'm sure.
Just a couple of minutes walk from Sonning Lock is the village churchyard through which you can get to the famous Bull Inn (which by the way now has a wifi hotspot. )
The churchyard is full of interesting old graves and well worth a visit if only to see the resting place of the unlucky Stuart Carnegie Knox whose gravestone carries an unfortunately phrased inscription. I confess I can't stifle a wry smile each time I see it.
In case you're wondering why we aren't out on Herbie, well, we've been busy with lots of family stuff, but next weekend we are off for a short cruise. Stay tuned folks.
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