Day 8 – Pangbourne to Henley-on-Thames

Today is a long 16 miles from Pangbourne to Henley-on-Thames – the longest day so far. It is also the first day that you encounter a large urban town – Reading. Though to be fair you only skirt round it, The villages of Shiplake and Sonning are much more pleasant.

Thames Path Route from Pangbourne to Henley-on-Thames

The path from Pangbourne starts on the south bank, just beyond the Adventure Dolphin Centre and continues through Pangbourne Meadow, owned by the National Trust, from where you have a good view of Whitchurch Bridge.

The views of the Chiltern Hills on the north bank lead you to Mapledurham Lock – which is actually in Purley (on the south bank) rather than Mapledurham (on the north). There are some stunning river views.

From the lock the path takes a somewhat disappointing detour through Purley Park, a newish suburb of Purley, crosses the railway and onto the A329. After a very short road walk, the path goes back over the railway onto the towpath by a large and unwelcoming “Welcome to Reading” sign. Though we aren’t yet in Reading, but Tilehurst and the path itself feels quite secluded even though you are following the line of the railway, unseen and high up on the bank to your right.

Gradually the view opens out and some rather large houses come into view – and we are seeing the outskirts of Caversham, shortly joining the Thameside Promenade where a view of Caversham Bridge comes into sight.

The half mile walk between Caversham Bridge and Reading Bridge is surprisingly pleasant for a sprawling large town. Yet although visions of urban life are occasionally visible to the right, Reading rarely impinges upon this stretch. Reading has a strange relationship with the Thames – as it seems closer to the Kennet which flows through it and joins the Thames a little further on. Though Reading does have its moments. The Reading Festival, Fox Talbot established the first mass-produced photo laboratory here in 1844 in Baker Street. Oscar Wilde was imprisoned in Reading Jail. It housed Huntley and Palmers biscuits between 1822 and early 1990s, and Sutton Seeds,though now in Paignton. The town’s museum does however house the only full sized copy of the Bayeux Tapestry.

In Three Men in a Boat, Jerome K Jerome describes Reading;

Even Reading, though it does its best to spoil and sully and make hideous as much of the river as it can reach, is good-natured enough to keep its ugly face a good deal out of sight.

Jerome K Jerome, Three Men in a Boat

Which is a bit harsh, but understandable.

Passing through the tunnel under Reading Bridge soon brings you to Caversham Lock and immediately onto King’s Meadow, a deceptively rural scene before a fairly untidy stretch running along the railway line, past Tesco’s, and onto the Horseshoe Bridge which is where the River Kennett feeds into the Thames. The footbridge was designed with high sides so as not to frighten the horses who needed to cross over the tributary in order to continue along the towpath. Is seems now to serve the needs of graffiti artists. This was the only part of the river where I have seen pollution. Indeed in 1988 Jerome K Jerome claimed,

The river is dirty and dismal here. One does not linger in the neighbourhood of Reading.

Jerome K Jerome, Three Men in a Boat

A strange old building hides behind locked gates overgrown with bushes and weeds. This is The University of Reading Dreadnought. This is the old Dreadnought Pub, owned now by the University of Reading and used as an admin centre by its rowing club. Until 1999 it had been a Students Union bar. Planning permission exists for it to be turned into tea rooms, although those plans have yet to be progressed.

Beyond the dreadnought, the view opens with views of open meadows and across the river to the marina. As the path enters a wooded area it passes Sonning Lock, and passes alongside the grounds of Reading Bluecoat School, an independent day school established in 1646. A poignant pair of gates mark a memorial to a teacher who drowned in 1953.

Wew now reach the village of Sonning with its old houses, St Andrew’s church and the red brick Sonning Bridge. Over the bridge is Sonning Mill, the 18th Century flour mill, but now converted into a theatre. As you cross the bridge you move from Oxfordshire to Berkshire.

It is the most fairy-like little nook on the whole river. It is more like a stage village than one built of bricks and mortar.

Jerome K Jerome, Three Men in a Boat

We now enter into a quiet meandering, often wooded stretch of the river, passing the boathouse and slipway for Shiplake College, yet another independent school bordering the Thames.

Shiplake Lock, marks the spot where the path deviates from the riverbank, though it is still possible to follow the original route round a large bend, skirting Shiplake to Shiplake Railway Station. The path passes through a narrow fenced stretch along the gardens of some pretty large properties, including Thames-Side Court, built in 1914, now owned by Urs Schwarzenbach a millionaire polo enthusiast who Wikipedia tells us “in 2013/14, Schwarzenbach was investigated by the FCA (Federal Customs Administration) for alleged VAT fraud totalling some ten million Swiss francs and art trafficking“. Apparently he landscaped the 8 acre garden to include a narrow gauge railway and station, though it is doubtful anyone lives there. Googling Urs Schwarzenbach and Thames-Side Court provides some further illumination.

We are now approaching Henley though open meadows, and onto a long wooden causeway, in the middle of which is Marsh Lock, unusual because it is situated on the far side of the river approached via the causeway.

The end of the causeway lands you onto Mill Meadows, and the long and very pleasant promenade leading into Henley-on-Thames, with the view of Henley Bridge and St Mary’s Church.

Henley is an attractive town, built around the river, the Angel Pub by the bridge, and market square. Henley is the place where in 1970 George Harrison purchased 30-room Victorian neo-Gothic mansion Friar Park, built in 1889 and set in 60 acres which you can see about three minutes up from the Market Square.

At Henley-on-Thames, I stayed at The Red Lion, possibly the only place I have stayed in that had also played host to royalty. Charles I had stayed …

This was my end point for this stretch.