Day 3 - We all hate Simon and wanna go home...

Is it finally Monday??? Is it nearly over??

Day 4 for Team Thames - another morning, another pub, another breakfast table, same old sore legs, puffy eyes and smelly socks.

But! Stop the clock folks, its the last day and boy are we happy about that. But before we skip merrily into the sunshine for the final forray what's the Sunday resume??

Well, the highlight clearly lies with Vix and her inspired cox-based song writing. Read on...if you're confident you can hold a hold a tune, just go for it out loud baby - to the tune of "Sloop John B":

Ben's buggered his knee,
He's not just a pussy,
But it's given him another chance to whinge and moan.
Hattie's a star,
She's run bloody far,
And we all hate Simon, and wanna go home

CHORUS: So grab a Lucozade gel
The next run's gonna be hell
Get that lock gate closed, we wanna go home
Let us go home, we wanna go home, yeah yeah
This is the worst trip, we've ever been on

Qin looks like he might cry
Or more likely might die
Matt's still smiling, he's clearly gone a bit mad.
Hattie's on crack,
We wanna go back,
This is the worst idea anyone has ever had.

CHORUS: So grab a Lucozade gel
The next run's gonna be hell
Get that lock gate closed, we wanna go home
Let us go home, we wanna go home, yeah yeah
We feel so broke up, we wanna go home.

I am sure by the end of today they'll be another verse or two - or hey, feel free to add your own, blogsters.

The rest of the day? Fair to say it's all merging into one, but some absolute blinding moments:

Hattie (again) - so, there we are (me and Hatts that is) at Toms Boat Yard in Windsor, having run a leg, waiting for Mr and Mrw W to pick us for to take us to the next lock to run again. The M4 being what it is, Mr and Mrs W were stuck in a jam, so in a fit of stupidity, we decided to just run to the next lock - simple huh? Not quite, in that we also had a bike with us (Ben's from the last leg) - so what did we do? Hatts basically picked it up, strapped it to her back and carried it, (yes folks its true) 3 miles along the Thames to the next lock. I can categorically state that she is the craziest person I have ever met - Hatts, we salute you - and now its time to lock you up...

Other highlights - Mrs Peachy shaking the bucket at every single person at Hambledon Lock, Mr W doing the same at Maidenhead (massive thanks to all those people we chugged en route). The fabulous sight of Matt, Hattie and Si doing a triple thigh stretch on the dog-wee posts at Maidenhead (we washed the shirts afterwards, promise), and lastly, Qin giving Vix a soaking at Boveney lock - that went down well - not so much.

Lastly, a huge thank you to Mr and Mrs Hayward for coming to join the party and to the 3 Peaches - two supporters and one cox - who came to support 2 years ago and came back again for more - thank you thank you thank you.

So as the cooked breakfasts arrive, we await the start of the last day's travels and the fabulous sight of the final Putney stretch. Bring home the bacon x