Thanks, Pat. I must look for No Time to Spare. It sounds like fun. I'll take a chance on any bad ideas.
The boat ride ends so dramatically. Suddenly it's over. Almost like finding half way through a book.... I can see it happening. My book is beautifully illustrated. As well as bad weather, it was such a popular pastime for Londoners that it could get awfully crowded on the river. In the locks it could be shoulder to shoulder. Boating, we're told, could bring out the worst in people. River rage, I suppose. A version of road rage.
But we've been treated to a lot of humor. Wasn't that the funniest fish story. Four guys, successively, claim to have caught that magnificent fish mounted on the wall, at the inn. And it turns out to be made of plaster of paris.
I get the impression the boaters were going for a getaway, back to nature, with only a little history in passing. And to be shocked by tragedy when someone sought out the river to end it all. A strange book.
