Then I realised the light penetrating the tent was not the moon, it was first light. Time to start another day on the river. The forecast 36 degrees and northerly wind - for us a tailwind at last.
The 1st 2 hours the water was glassy as there was no wind. We stopped for Scotch Fingers on a high bank opposite a water treatment plant. Another 90 minutes were at Swan Reach. As we were landing near the ferry I could hear the Last Post" being played. Realising that it was a Remembrance Day commemoration I let Simon know and we were silent until we heard "Reveille".
Looking pensive at lunch in the cafe at Swan Reach |
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