Setting of right, I was instantly passing through what seemed natural woodland (not a pine tree in sight). I was in no hurry so I made a start on collecting floating bottles /cans. There didn't seems to be many - there certainly weren't the unsightly accumulations that you seem to get on many rivers but they were still there, ticked away in the reeds or held in the branches of overhanging bushes/trees and by the end of the trip I had over 50. Too many for the two carrier bags I had brought. (mental note to take a dustbin liner next time).
So for the next few hours I paddled along, gently zig-zagging from bottle to bottle, enjoying the peace and birdsong. There were a few people on the towpath but unlike other stretches of the canal there were few dog walkers and more joggers - perhaps maximising fitness before their next trip to Iraq or Afghanistan.
So for two miles it was just woodland and more woodland.
with occasional military style bridges. Some people think of them as ugly and whilst I wouldn't argue for them on aesthetic merit, I just accept them as part of the wonderful diversity or our waterways.
The southern bank is a nature reserve with small creeks guarded by unobtrusive notices asking "boaters" not to enter. This is surely meant for narrowboats rather than canoeists but I respected the request nontheless.
North of here is the Defence Evaluation & Research Agency at Farnborough (home of the Franborough Air Show every two years) The owners have just been refused planning consent to make more commercial flights which I think is right. You cant help but be aware of the noise of jet engines as you approach the end of the runway but since flights are not that frequent I found the bursts of noise brief and acceptable and they in no way spoiled my enjoyment of the trip.
Passing under another military bridge the canal broadens into Eelmoor Flash, a Site of Special Scientific Interest.
I gather that its main claim to fame is the proliferation of dragonflies in the summer but despite the summer-like weather there were none visible. The woodland gives way briefly to heathland here and the lack of trees combined with the topography of the area can create a wind tunnel effect here. I was very aware of the wind as a made a tea stop but by the time I was back on the water the wind had dropped and it was no problem.
Before long the woodland returns and shortly I turned for home still collecting the bottles I had missed on the outbound trip. As I reached the start point another solitary canoe was just launching. Its paddler was clearly relishing the prospect of what he said was his first paddle of the year.
We should all count our blessings and one of mine is the freedom to enjoy my canoe much more frequently than I could in the past and another is the countryside I get to paddle through.
I returned home thinking of the many other things I can be grateful for.