Damply down to Goring

It was only supposed to be a bit showery today, according to the Met Office forecast for Benson, but it’s been persisting down most of the day.

We set off just before nine this morning, and had a brisk, if damp, run to Cleeve, where we spent quite some time refilling the water tank. I’d started a washload of socks on the way down, Sheila being occupied at the back, but realised after the machine had filled that there wouldn’t be enough water to do the rinses. (The wool programme uses a lot, of course.) So I paused it after it had washed, then we restarted it once we were filling.

We got to Goring just after half eleven, and once more had a good choice of mooring. It gave us a chance for a natter with Ken Nelson on Ultima and Thule. Ken told us he’s been persuaded to organise the Historic Wharf at the National, and we heard with interest about what he plans for there. It should be quite spectacular.

Speaking to Elanor later in the day, she mentioned that Mitch Gozna, this year’s WRG camp leader, is planning to do food from Friday night this weekend, as part of the pre camp fencing session, so I’ve dropped her an email to confirm that we will be glad to partake. Previous years, catering has only been available from the Saturday lunch, so this is a welcome addition.

We only have a short run planned for tomorrow, to Pangbourne Meadow, so it means we don’t have to leave here before I get a chance to get bread and a paper. This saves a wet walk this afternoon, for which I’m grateful. We’ve spent the rest of the time catching up with various computing jobs; the Braidbar Quiz is in its final form, hopefully.