Three Men in a Boat

The Kings Arms, Sandford Lock

Finally got lunch at the Perch, wonderful thatched building in a great location but sadly falling to pieces. Continued past Port Meadow, a huge medieval water meadow unchanged for millennia, or at least a long time. Went past Bossom's boatyard, which used to be a big skiff hiring venue but is now skiffless.
Entered Oxford on one of its myriad waterways through Osney Lock with its cheery lock keeper. Ran the gauntlet of some youths under the railway bridge. Tried to moor up in the centre for some provisions after rounding the bend by the punt stations and encoutered a *unt situation where some offensive scrote refused to let us stop. We pointed out that he may have engaged in solo games and grudgingly left.
Chris gathered some provisions and we admired the technique of one of the fours going down the river. Pulled up neatly in front of the Isis tavern where Emily flew in by parachute and scared us half witless.
Operated our own lock at Iffley and pulled up at the King's Arms for dinner, Chris admiring the cut of local jibs.