You might have guessed from the title that we have made our way to Henley, home of the world famous regatta. On the run in to the town we saw the rowing course being laid out and the grandstands being built. The town moorings had plenty of room and we got in with NB Inca in time to go out for a steak and a glass or two of the red stuff.
Henley has a great holiday feel to it with launches of all kinds bobbing at the moorings and bunting strung across the streets. I know it is nearly time for the regatta but you get the sense that it is always like that.
Sadly, yesterday morning we parted company with NB Inca. We have been cruising together since meeting up on the Grand Union and we have had a great time exploring the rivers Wey and Thames. It will seem very quiet without them.
Deciding to stay in Henley another day and see a bit more of the town, we discovered a vintage tea room called Upstairs & Downstairs. Up a windy staircase and you find yourself back in the 1930s.
A variety of different teas, served with cake, scones with cream and preserves, all to the acompaniment of subtle jazz in the background. Even the plates and teapots are from the era. The whole town gives one a hint of Edwardian splendour and a bygone age.