|A rain-sodden fleet arrives at Reading|
The first leg was miserable, in the teeth of an easterly gale of wind and rain, but we had to do it because campsites with moorings are rare on the lower reaches of the river and we couldn't afford to mess about. So we got soaked, although we still managed to light the barbecue at the first stop in Reading.
|Watching the girls row by at Henley|
|Paul Hadley shelters from the rain under a bridge|
|Damp but cheerful at Chertsey|
|HBBR rafting up to pull out at Walton|