Three Men in a Boat

The Angler's, Walton.

Left Laleham (you got me on my knees). Chris momentarily stunned by cry of 'grab that buoy', but recovered remarkably. Twee stretch of river apparently characterised by nationalised houses - one Welsh, one English, one American, one Kazakhstani. Mused on the possibility of a German one with swastika, denizens with shiny boots and pickle helmets rubbing in ze suncream by numbers. Recovered slightly then once more put off course by mention of Lytton Strachey,whom Jon had always imagined to be an English seaside resort.
Gary once again jumped in on the grounds the boat was too stinky, and briefly acted as a Gollum-like figurehead (although more entertaining.)
Jon did a bit of tentative rowing - feeling fairly human - and pulled in to Walton for beer, cider and Coke.