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Meeting the Thames |
Personal walking projects are
becoming more difficult to fit in so this year we have decided to do something
different to get more walking – we are all going! Over the last year or so we have managed to
get the girls walking more and more and now we felt confident enough to try out
a long distance walk with them. I hit
upon the idea of a canal walk some time ago as I had looked at a couple myself
and thought that they might fit the bill for the family. My children are fascinated by history and
nature and canals have both in abundance!
As we had tried out a short one in Derbyshire a couple of years ago to a
degree of success it seemed the natural choice.
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Caversham Bridge |
A problem for us tucked down in
the South East though is that there aren’t too many canals in our part of the
world so we picked the Kennet and Avon as one
we would like to start with. Being 87
miles long it should provide quite a few weekends away since my children still
have little legs and so distances have to be quite modest. In fact our first day was 8 miles, further
than they had ever walked before! We
took the train from Theale into Reading
to begin our odyssey.
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Feeding the Geese |
After fighting our way out of the
incredibly busy railway station at Reading
we headed down to the bank of the River Thames to begin our journey. Immediately we were confonted with the sight
of narrowboats, our constant companions for our journey! We headed under the graceful road bridge at Caversham
and on to the lock of the same name, where we watched our first boat
negotiating the gates. A little further
on and we stopped to have our picnic to relieve us of much of the weight in the
rucsac!
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Swan Preening Area |
Watching river life while we ate
our lunch was a most pleasing activity – almost like watching TV! Inevitably the girls wanted to save some of
their crusts to feed the local birdlife.
Not necessarily the best idea for their health so we made sure not to
give each individual bird too much. The geese
that end up being the recipients were clearly used to getting fed as they
actively sought what we had.
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Food Patrol |
Not much farther on and we saw
birdlife of a different kind – at the junction of the Thames and River Kennet
we came across a swan preening area.
There were approximately 20 birds all tending to their feathers leaving
a carpet of spent ones all over the bank.
The girls stood and watched for a while, transfixed. We crossed to the other bank and took our
leave of the River Thames at this point, heading westwards along the Kennet.
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Heading through Reding |
Our route for the next mile or so
was through the built up area of Reading, quite
a contrast to the rural feel of the Thames. Much of the bank of the Kennet was still in
the process of regeneration, a process that clearly wasn’t yet finished. Although some gentrification had happened
there were also some grungy old buildings along the way too. What really caught our eye along the
beginning of this stretch were the number of swans we passed – a group of more
than 30 were hanging out waiting to be fed.
As soon as one party moved off they came over to us to see what we
had. They soon dispersed when they
realised we had nothing for them.
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The Oracle Shopping Centre |
As we moved through the built up
area it was quite stressful trying to keep the kids away from the dozens of
cyclists using the towpath. I suppose
this is possibly the best way of seeing more of the canal (as I did a couple of
years back when I visited the Basingstoke
Canal. Eventually though pedestrians won
out as we got to the Oracle Shopping Centre – there were just too many people
wandering about for bikes to get a look in.
It was amazing walking along the canal through such a big shopping
centre – most unexpected. This area had
once hosted the Courage Brewery among other things, but took its name from the
workhouse that once stood here.
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Heading out of Reading |
After passing by all the fancy
restaurants, bouncy castles and other entertainment paraphernalia we were soon
out into proper canal territory once again with weirs and locks punctuating the
scene, while above us were huge ribbons of concrete that now carry our
transport needs. It would be fantastic
to be transported back in time to see what these canals would have looked like
back in the day. They must have been
more in keeping with their surroundings back then. In the urban landscape they are more like
unwanted elderly relatives at times.
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Floral walls |
We had a moment’s excitement at
the next bridge we reached. A small
child had got her head stuck in the railings.
I actually thought this was something that only happened in stories but
for a moment I thought that we were going to have to call the emergency
services to come along and free her.
Luckily her Gran was quick thinking and realised that her head was
malleable enough to squish it through.
I’m not sure Mum would have done that!
Anyhow, despite looking a bit shocked and tearful the girl looked
utterly relieved. As for us, that was
the catalyst to us going wrong and heading along the wrong side of the towpath
for a bit. We ended up having to walk
through an area of housing before finally getting back on track.
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Fobney Lock |
The last stretch of canal through
Reading was a
fitting end. On the opposite bank were
old traditional houses with well tended gardens obviously lived in by people
that really appreciated their good fortune living with the waterway running
alongside. A couple of properties even
had boats of their own – must be a fantastic thing to be able to do whenever
you like.
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Grey Lag Family |
The town of Reading was left behind surprisingly quickly
and the canal took a very rural feeling route westwards. Initially the path was tarmac, obviously good
for the huge number of bikes heading this way but a bit hard on the feet. The air was full of mayflies buzzing around
for the very short time that they remain as adults. In fact we saw a few that had already copped
it, while others were just going straight down the hungry mouths of the local
gull population. It was all rather
curious and a bit grizzly if I’m honest.
Never witnessed such insect carnage before!
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Fobney Weir |
By now our path was fringed by
cow parsley, a sight that would be familiar for the next couple of days. The air was thick with the aroma of may
blossom at last, at least three weeks later than it should be. No matter, for the air was warming up finally
and summer did feel like it was on its way at last. We soon reached Fobney Lock, where we switched
sides. Here we saw a different kind of
nature – a group of Grey Lag Geese complete with their little family of
goslings. They kept a close watch on us
from their protected spot on the other side of the lock. This onward stretch of canal appeared to be
much favoured by geese rearing their young – we saw several family groups of
grey lags and Canada
geese along the way.
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Southcot Mill |
The weir a little further on
caused some fascination – it was shaped like a comb with triangular shaped
waterfalls leading off. I guess this is
to dissipate the energy of the water and lessen the erosion downstream? The canalisation of the original river was
becoming more obvious by this stage – with meander loops being cut off and
weirs helping to rebalance the levels of the water. We crossed via the milkmaids bridge and
stopped for a rest and refreshment at Southcot Mill. The rural nature of this stretch is difficult
to imagine considering that we are only a hair’s breadth away from the built up
area of Greater Reading.
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Burghfield Moorings |
After recharging our batteries we
walked along a very long straight stretch which took us to Burghfield Bridge. This stretch is obviously a very popular
mooring spot since there were dozens of boats all lined up along the opposite
shore. These were a fascinating mixture
of different types – not just narrow boats and not all traditionally painted. My particular favourite was Petra, a lovely looking old thing that looked
more like a river boat than a canal boat.
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Petra |
We passed by a very well
frequented pub at Burghfield
Bridge, presumably the
destination for many of the boaters that had parked up. Yet all too quickly the waterway became quiet
again and by the time we got to Swans
Bridge, only a few
hundred metres away the canal was completely deserted. The bridge was an enormous affair, with great
big ramps on either side presumably to help the cyclists. Hidden on the other side behind the bridge
pier was a pillbox, the first I had noticed on this canal. They would become a common sight from here on
as this canal, much like the Basingstoke
Canal was used as a
defensive line should this country ever have become invaded.
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Suckling |
A little further on and we came
to lock 103, also known as Burghfield Lock.
By now we realised that we were counting down in numbers but the locks themselves
were already becoming less fascinating as so many of them had little going on
by them. Just past the lock though and
the canal felt less constrained by the wall of trees alongside as it passed
through open countryside that seemed to be almost completely yellow! In fact the fields were almost completely
covered with buttercups – a truly remarkable sight. The cows grazing in the fields seemed none
too bothered though either by the flora or the large numbers of walkers that
seemed to have joined us out of nowhere.
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Maintenance Boat |
Soon enough we heard the roar of
the M4 and were pleased when we went underneath it and left it behind. It was surprising though how quickly we did
just that and by the next lock at Garston the traffic noise had faded into the
distance. Not long after that lock we
came upon the swing bridge at Theale, which would be our last sight on the
canal for the day. We were lucky enough
to see it in action too, for one of the boats was passing through and one of
the crew was operating the electric controls.
This seemed to be a fitting end to the day’s walk. For the girls it was a fantastic achievement
– the longest walk they had ever completed, some eight miles in total!
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Theale Swing Bridge |
I had not really expected much
from this section of the canal – on paper it didn’t look that promising. How wrong I was though! It was delightful for almost its entire
length and surprisingly rural too. There
was enough interest for all of us to not realise quite how far we had
travelled. A very promising start to our
trip and surely it would only get better?