I was delighted to wander along to the wonderful Henley Women’s Regatta this weekend, camera in hand. Despite an impending storm, these rowers (“sailed, sailed sailed their boats merrily down the str”…..I should probably stop there before I get carried away and start attempting to sing rounds with myself!) were amazing, they glided by at a gazillion (technical boating term) miles an hour without breaking a sweat! The skies were threatening a storm to end all storms, glasses of Pimms were flying around in the wind, I saw many a blustery “picnic under umbrella” being enjoyed/endured. All in all it was a very British day out.
Henley On Thames is one of those rare places that has just a little sprinkle of magic about it. It is the sort of place where childhood dreams of talking animals and fairy woodlands might just (if you wiggle your nose and flutter your eyelashes) come true. There is more than a hint of fine English eccentricity woven deep into the fabric of the place. Don’t even get me started on the bliss of days spent drifting along the Thames in a little wooden boat, laden with a delicious feast of storybook proportions and a bottle (or two) of icy pink fizz.
In this series, I hope to show you a little slice of life in this gorgeous English town. (For more images in this series then why pop over to my Henley Days page)
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