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On the VHF a deep Greek accented vice... "Lady Grosvenor, Lady Grosvener issa Costalot calling"
a few moments later a shrill frightfully posh shrill voice as the reply came... "Hello Costalot this is Lady Grosvenor, go to channel 6"
For at least 20 years people between Marlow and and Shiplake you would hear them at weekends. I was in the Little White Hart at Henley once on a blustery day in April when some old boy was heard to say "well Summers on its way" someone said "how you figure that out?" to which he nodded in the direction of the moorings across the river where Lady Grosvenor was arriving and said that "first that boat arrives, then comes summer"
The boat was practically a fixture there at weekends. The two people involved were the most delightful you could ever wish to meet.
a few moments later a shrill frightfully posh shrill voice as the reply came... "Hello Costalot this is Lady Grosvenor, go to channel 6"
For at least 20 years people between Marlow and and Shiplake you would hear them at weekends. I was in the Little White Hart at Henley once on a blustery day in April when some old boy was heard to say "well Summers on its way" someone said "how you figure that out?" to which he nodded in the direction of the moorings across the river where Lady Grosvenor was arriving and said that "first that boat arrives, then comes summer"
The boat was practically a fixture there at weekends. The two people involved were the most delightful you could ever wish to meet.