I thought I'd lost it for good ...

 but found it again ...

Google disowned me!  It didn't recognise me as the author of my blog. Each time I clicked on the 'B' blogger sign on the blog's front page it gave me a reading list but no access to update or post a new blog.  I tried every which way and I'm not sure what I did but there it was ... I was in!  I still can't access my blog from the front page but that may be the new 'Blogger' format ... I'm a happy bunny now that I can tell you what's going on in life beyond Still Rockin' ... on the original blogger format!  

Our daughter suggested that a new blog should be started ... 'Rockin' On' ... what do you think? 

But before I get ahead of myself ... we were moored at Bourne End when we spoke last (here) ...

We finished all our packing ... 

I shall miss all the different early morning views ...

and the wide open skies.

Hopefully, we'll still see some wonderful moons ...

from wherever we decide to put down some roots.

On Friday (July 31st) our son and grandson arrived with a Luton van to collect all our boxes and furniture and loaded them up ...  quart into a pint pot came to mind!  It was a very hot day and the AC in the van was not working which made the journeys for them very uncomfortable indeed.  

George and I followed in the car arriving at the bungalow about lunchtime ... first thing was fish and chips from the Chinese round the corner ... delicious!  The van was quickly unloaded mainly into the small second bedroom and Mark and Ed set off to return the van and go home.  From the bungalow it's only a 45 minute drive to their home ... fab!

George and I stayed behind to unpack a few things and then went for a meal to George's sister's home ... just a 5 minute drive away ... another fab! It was then the two and a half hour drive back to Bourne End arriving about 9:30 absolutely shattered!

We spent another two days sorting out the last bits and pieces and doing the last few jobs  and we were ready to leave for the marina ...

7 am on Monday (3rd August) as quietly as we could we untied the ropes and pulled away from the visitor moorings at Bourne End and ...

this happened ... a flock (if that's the right word) of cormorants flew alongside us ...

A month or so ago during our time at Medmenham meadows early one morning I counted 46 cormorants fly past the boat upstream, I told George about it but didn't post on here as I thought no one would believe me!  A few weeks later George also saw the same event but not quite so many birds.

Vic came out to say a last cheerio as we cruised alongside, we'd said our cheerios to them both last evening ... we know that Sue isn't an early riser!

Looking downstream ...

as we made the turn in the river to head upstream ...

when we saw this lone black swan ... not seen him on the river before, only on the Little Briton Lake nearby.

The cormorants were diving and popping up all over the place!

We wondered if they were from the area between the meadow and Hurley Lock where we saw a nest of young cormorants being fed by a parent (see blog post here and photo here).

We were soon approaching Marlow Lock ...

George is about to untie the bow rope in nearly full lock as I operate the buttons.

At Temple Lock I helped this lady who was single handing her widebeam for the first time, she was lovely and very grateful for the help and advice I was able to offer her.

Passing Medmenham Abbey ... a view that will always remain in my memory ...

and 'our' now empty mooring on the meadow.

Past Hambleden Marina our winter home for the past five years ... we shall miss the staff here ... Marc, Director and day to day manager and Richard, Peter (owner) and Karin ... and we wish them well for the future.

My 'last' photo of the beautiful Hambleden Mill from the river is photo bombed by this passing cruiser as we approach the lock ...

where seven boats waited to descend as we exited.

Although the photo doesn't show it, the lavender on Temple Island was vivid in the morning sunshine.

Henley on Thames ...

with it's fabulous waterfront ...

bridge and buildings ...

and Friday Street with it's fascinatingly wonderful old buildings ...

as we approach our last lock of the day, Marsh Lock.

We moored at Wargrave for the night and moved on the following day  .... but that's for the next post!