The reaches down to Pangbourne woo one for a sunny sail or for a moonlight row, and the country round about is full of beauty.

We had intended to push on to Wallingford that day, but the sweet smiling face of the river here lured us to linger for a while; and so we left our boat at the bridge, and went up into Streatley, and lunched at the "Bull," much to Montmorency's satisfaction.
They say that the hills on each ride of the stream here once joined and formed a barrier across what is now the Thames, and that then the river ended there above Goring in one vast lake.

I am not in a position either to contradict or affirm this statement.

I simply offer it.
It is an ancient place, Streatley, dating back, like most river-side towns and villages, to British and Saxon times.

Goring is not nearly so pretty a little spot to stop at as Streatley, if you have your choice; but it is passing fair enough in its way, and is nearer the railway in case you want to slip off without paying your hotel bill..