Saturday 20 July 2013

Marlow

Having been forced to moor "unauthorised" we survived the night to be woken by ultra-keen Marlow rowers being coached at some unearthly hour. A sunny, breezy morning. Our new friends , met during our journey yesterday phoned to tell us of a mooring space vacated in an "authorised" zone and we swept into formula one mode, swopping grid places in an instant. The space was an exact fit between two gin palaces which required great concentration to moor without damaging (or waking) them. We assumed they must have enjoyed themselves in the local wine bars last night. Our new friends own a large Tupperware boat/small gin palace (martini palace?) and originate from Sunbury.....small world.
Marlow is a picture-postcard small town, with one of the widest stretches of the Thames flowing through. To say it is a pricey place to purchase a house would be an understatement. I have not checked estate agents adverts for fear of financial meltdown and, unless you are seriously well-heeled I would recommend you do the same.

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