Apologies for the missed blog yesterday but we were in a 3G no-go area all day. You can catch up on Brazilian today. My leg wound woke me up early this morning throbbing a bit but all appears good with no further dressings/waxings required . I'll keep my chest hirsute in case they perfect hair transplants from chest to head sometime in the near future. We are now on the outskirts of Oxford. This end of the canal is less likeable than the earlier bits with lots of counterbalanced footbridges and dodgy locks to deal with. Only we could get lost on the Thames. From the last lock on the Oxford canal we hit the Thames supposedly heading for Hampton Court but somehow realised we were heading for Lechlade.(where the Thames starts). A quick 3 point turn and we were heading the right way. The Thames makes the Oxford canal look like an old man with prostrate problems. The lock keepers on the Thames are very helpful and friendly which makes progress into and out of the locks, often sharing with huge gin palaces, almost relaxing. Over the next couple of days we'll pass other rowing land-marks which I'll boast about in due course. Tonight we are moored near Abingdon lock and weir, very upmarket.
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