Wednesday, April 24, 2013

Eastward to Strasbourg – First the Home Run (7-19 April 2013)


We arrived back at the boat on Sunday 7 April after good drive from Caen and two good forest walks for Topsy and Shady.  Just after we arrived at the boat Charlie arrives for the Moondance moored next door, but on his own, just to de-winterising and jobs. It seems that Drogheda is having the same weather as Malmesbury and Marianne is staying at home there worrying about the garden.

Our boat seems fine except a tiny drip from the principal domestic pump.  We need the heating and luckily it’s independent of the water system, so at least we can use that.  Otherwise we dare only turn on water when essential, until we get the pump seen to. 

We pop in to see Patrick, the new Capitaine at Briare; everything is fine though he thought we were bit a stern heavy (we say that’s the way the boat is) so he had checked the bilges for us but found no water. That’s a relief.  We discuss our plans and explain we are heading to Strasbourg this year and won’t be back for the winter.  “What about winter 2014” he asks.  Not sure, we say.  OK do you want me to reserve your mooring for 2015?  We hadn’t thought about that but exchange glances and both say “Yes, OK, yes please”.  So that’s how you plan a few years!!

On Monday we get the chimney up, as we’ll need the fire today!  It’s pretty nippy here.  We then pop around to Alain at Charme Nautique to ask if he will look at the pump. “You are “pressé” he asks (well yes we say) so he’ll come round this afternoon. 

We spend the rest of morning “provisioning”, and then light the wood burner at lunch time. Alain arrives about 3pm. It’s the pump itself leaking and he can’t repair it (though someone else might). Luckily we have a spare so he puts that in.


Briare Commercial Port on a Grey April Day

All in all takes two hours but we have an appointment at 6pm to meet Lyliane Maillard from the Gien Twinning Association and Claud Fontaine from the Gien Walkers Club to discuss an exchange / joint activity between Gien and Malmesbury walkers. We have very quick showers (now the water is on) and change. The boat is nice and warm for the girls as we leave them to guard the boat for the evening.

We have an excellent meeting with Lyliane and Claud. He will meet Malmesbury walkers in May and we are hopeful there might be a joint activity next year.  We have dinner with Lyliane and Maurice (and Gilles and Martine join us too). Excellent wild boar you couldn’t get in England. It is a very lovely evening, with lots of fascinating information exchanged, though Mrs Thatcher whose death has just been announced clouds the table a little.

On Tuesday there are a few more little jobs to check the boat out. The bow thrusters have 12.9 volts so that’s good but we still put them on charger for a bit. It is surprising how long the little jobs take.

In the afternoon we ring Annie (Delbecq) just to say hello but she insists we come over for coffee and cakes. We are on our way to Philippe and Marcelle’s, who besides offering us dinner that evening, have also insisted on re-stocking us with logs (cut to size) for the wood burner. We have no shame but, as Philippe said on the phone, it’s very cold and wet at the moment and we need the burner. Annie insists we pop in to say hello to the Twinning Committee on our way to Coullons; and then we have a relaxed evening with Philippe and Marcelle. An excellent tasty meal – how much time these must take to prepare. The girls (dogs) come with us and are relaxed in the garden and house, though the smell of the new kitten enlivens them.  Philippe and Marcelle are so easy with them.  We collect our wood. We are so lucky with such good friends in France.

So Wednesday arrives and we are getting ready to go. Glyn takes the car to Migennes, a half way stop to Auxonne which is our destination this trip.  Migennes is an hour and a half by car and 4 hours return by train.   Only Mark is there of the guys based at Migennes. Simon and Roger are at Sens, and so Mark is pressed, but they have a brief exchange of news on mutual friends.

The four hour rail trip back is not so bad. We walk the dogs when Glyn is back and pop into Mike and Rosaleen on the Acquarelle (who had popped by earlier in that day to welcome us) and get offered coffee and some fascinating stories and info about their trip down the Danube to Serbia. Getting small boats even as large as theirs (up to 2 times ours) through Austria, Hungary and Serbia has many intriguing problems but they are more official than navigational.  It is fascinating and we take it all in. 

The Pont Canal is also Grey This Week

We have an evening meal with Charlie at the Pet’t St Trop which is always good; Charlie is such excellent company.  He seems to be OK on his own on the boat but also has Skype to keep him company, and his collecting advice from many friends in Briare on the various jobs he has to do.

So Thursday arrives and off we go, 9am at the Henri IV lock, and by 10am we are up on the Canal Lateral. Today destination Léré.  We take a few photos as we will not see Briare again (at least on the boat) until 2015.  Charlie sees us off and presents us with one of his own hand-made pens.  We will treasure that.

A Last look Back at the Town and Church in Briare

The timing is good and we get to the Mambray lock just by 1pm. We are moored up at 3pm.  There is only one other boat in but it is the Edwina Rose with Andy Chris with whom we travelled part of the Burgundy canal last year.  Again an invite (this time a glass of wine) and we exchange news of that trip last year, of their visit to the Paris rally, our mutual horror of the new management at Brienon on the Burgundy canal, and our respective plans for this year.  They are taking the Nivernais so we exchange info on our mutual experiences; we can advise them about the Nivernais, they us about the Saone.  But first we are off to the bakers for bread and some of the best tarts in France.  Back on board we light fire and have a quiet warm evening with the girls and Inspector Montalbano.

On Friday we are off at 9am to Herry. We pick up some Sancerre and Pouilly Fumé at the Houards lock. This is one of the best ways to buy local wines.  Sadly the egg man at Peseau lock is off duty today, so wine but no eggs! We get to Herry again about 3pm and this time we are on our own now but it is still cold and wet as it has been all morning.  

We light the fire, walk the girls and this time Topsy (with some hesitation) is willing to come for a reasonable walk.  She has developed noise phobias and has been quite agoraphobic all winter.  5kms is not much for a border collie but is much better than we’ve done for a while.  Then another quiet night by the fire and with the Inspector with a late night walk for the girls.

We are doing the Canal Lateral quite quickly as we know it so well, and our objective this trip is to spend time on the Canal du Centre. So we are off early on Saturday with a destination of Cours-les-Barres between Aubigny-les-Marseilles and Guetin. Can we pass Aubigny before midday and make C-l-B by one?  
All the lock keepers are very friendly and helpful and get us through Aubigny even though they have to keep going to 1215. Fantastic!  There are also lots of new work at Beffes (it looks a new “halte” is being planned). 

We moor up by 1pm; we’ve had some hard spats of rain including hail (the meteo promised the “grele” and we got it) but the afternoon the weather is brighter and again Topsy deigns to come with us all for another 4 kms walk.

Works too at the Church at Cours-les-Barres - a Plastic covered Tower

The girls have their freedom to wander along the mooring banks as they did at Herry, so all is well. Maybe Spring is arriving.

But the mooring is still inviting

For Sunday we had booked the first lock for 0900 so need to leave at 0830. We check the engine at 0810 and there seems to water in the bilge. We clear out all the storage down there and yes there is between about 5 and 10mm in different places. We mop, nappy-sap (nappies are essential tools on canal boats), kitchen towel and WD40 it all dry and take out about 5 litres. We can’t see where the water came from and will have to investigate further.

Meanwhile it’s 0910 and we are 40 minutes late for the lock-keeper. But when we arrive at 0940 he is quite relaxed – there is no problem. Then we move on to the Gates (double lock) of Guetin at about 1100 and into the Allier / Auvergne after which we have 20 kms without a lock.

We stop at Vieille Tour (a quiet spot for lunch and where the dogs can run) only to find that two other boats quickly join us. At least there are now some other boats on the canal. And the cowslips are fantastic, so we gather some to decorate the boat.

Cowslips from la Vieille Tour

We get to the next lock at 1445 and pass the three locks with ease to moor at Fleury by 4pm.  We have a quiet evening and another longish walk with the dogs, joined by a local who we’ve walked the dogs with before – he too has a border collie and a boat moored in the Bay of Morbihan.

On Monday we have a short trip to Decize for some necessary shopping, and then on to Gannay where there is a boat yard to discuss our water problem and also fix a rivet. Our lock-keeper for the first two locks is the one who lives at Fleury lock and grows great vegetables (not this time of year though). We say we thought he was retired, but he says no, later this year, he hopes. Both his knees are shot and he is going to have them replaced. Over the next two locks we discuss how bad the winter has been and how damaging for the gardens; but he hopes he can grow something this year. We say we won’t be back until 2015. Well, he says, hopefully I’ll still be in the cottage and garden so pop in then, even if I am retired. A really great guy.

Decize provides everything we want, except critically we forget the fresh milk we needed and so have to go back to the store. The girls get a good stroll and then onward to Gannay where arrive at about 1630. We pop straight to the boatyard, but Mark Vardy who runs it can’t help us until Wednesday because of prior work. That’s fine we say, we were planning a day’s stop.

So Tuesday provides a quiet day at last. We walk the dogs several times and they are really happy; the banks are covered with cowslips, soldiers & sailors, and wild violets; we meet up with Bill Fisher and his crew and discuss jobs on boats, getting some really useful advice. Bill and his crew turn out to come from Newbury and Devizes and he is VP of the Kennet & Avon Trust; oh what a small world; for us it is really good to have day without cruising.

Bill and his crew working hard at Gannay

But Topsy only wants a walk

Glyn finishes the day by avidly following the Cardiff-Charlton game (and parallel Championship games) to go to bed happy knowing, albeit that it was only a draw, that Cardiff are promoted to the Premier League.

On Wednesday Mark comes to fix the rivet we need and to look at where our bilge water may have come from. It’s not from the engine, nor does it seem from the hot water tank or calorifier. There is a bulwark to the rest of the boat so it has to be from the back. One possibility is rainwater ingress possibly from air vents; another is the anchor chain where the chain store had water in it back in Briare.  Nothing major to worry about, Mark assures us. Don’t worry too much about 5 litres, a tonne or two might destabilise you, but not a few litres.  But he advises that when we leave the boat we should always get the anchor chain on board and under cover to avoid the risk of ingress from that.

Mark also gives some tips on repainting the roof. What excellent help, and then he refuses any payment. It was only 10 minutes he says (plus the 20 inspecting and giving advice which he doesn’t mention). He really has been so helpful and friendly; we will try to use him again (but pay next time) and recommend him to anyone else who might be passing that way.

In the afternoon we cruise just a few hours onto Beaulon; a nice easy stop for an easy day; only one boat and two camper vans at a site usually packed. We pass through the Clos du May lock and Glyn has to tell the lock-keeper about the novel of a former lock-keeper here who was the last French soldier from World War I.

The Lock at Clos du May (as in La Vie en Rouge et Bleu)

Sunset at Beaulon – Still Cool but Spring is Coming

Thursday is going to be a long day as we will finish off the Canal Lateral and achieve our main objective this trip – to spend a lot of gentle time on the Canal du Centre. We stop at Diou after the morning to pick up a few things we need but alas the village shop has closed. The baker is open though, but when she puts the bread through the slicer she misses it and it all falls on the floor. “You won’t get to play for Wales like that” quips Glyn, “though these days maybe for France”. She smiles while there is one grimace and one big laugh from the other customers.

We pass Molinet where we moored in the mist last year, but now it is clear.


Molinet is Quiet – but Big Boats Are Just Down the Road

 Then, wonder of wonders, two boats ahead of us come out of the canal de Roanne into Digoin and we actually have to wait for a lock. Not very long though as the lock keeper has this one humming like a song bird; and then we find easy mooring just after the Digoin pont canal It says only 0.40 metres depth but the Lady Sue is moored there which must draw more than us. “It’s only a small ledge at 40cm” they say, “otherwise there’s plenty of depth”.


Finally at Digoin - their Pont Canal signals the end of the Canal Lateral as it recrosses the Loire

Paul and Sue brought their Piper barge the Lady Sue across the channel last November and then spent a painful winter crawling through northern France before finally ending iced up and stuck in  Langres for several weeks (Thank God we are only doing it in the summer). Glyn’s sister was also holed up in Langres for three weeks in January between weather and illness. A small world again.

Paul and Sue will head for Midi for this winter as they want sun not ice. We give some info about contacting Bruno Chanal who has moved from Briare to Castet-en-Dorthe; and then we check with the local chandler about getting diesel in the morning and finally buy some new lock gloves for Linda, before cheating with a takeaway kebab before the dogs’ final walk

On Friday we walk the Loire a few times. This may be last time we see the Loire by boat for a couple of year. A beautiful magnolia is in flower and a very knotted twisted willow is preparing to sprout; sheer beauty.

Magnolia and Willow at Digoin on the Loire

 After a bit of shopping including some boat work supplies we head off after lunch to pick up our diesel. Just as we’ve backed in against a difficult wind - to where we were told to moor, the pump attendant shouts “Ah! Not there, can you go over there?” – and then an even more difficult manoeuvre with boats tightly all around us. But we get there very gently. 

“Our diesel tank’s at the back” we say (as we had told him this morning). So another crazy, careful manoeuvre and finally we can fill up, except diesel gets sprayed over the stern and the water behind us before he gets the nozzle in. Oh well - and finally we head off for Paray-le-Monial.  Bye bye Canal Lateral; bye bye beautiful Loire. Now for a very slow and quiet few weeks crossing over to the Saone.




Tuesday, April 16, 2013

Canalling In France (2012) The Low Road Home – Where No Others Dare (5-24 September)


So 5th September arrives.  All works done.  Boat absolutely Bristol fashion.  Yesterday Maurice and Cosette moored alongside also wanted to make almost the same journey as us, back to Chatillon-sur-Loire but they had to check whether the beautiful southern route over the Nivernais could take them.  Alas they draw 90cm and one pound (bief) on the Nivernais near Coulanges can only take 80cm.  They will have to go North via the Seine and the EDF Power Station.

We check for ourselves.  No, if you only draw 60cm they say you can get through.  It will be tight and slow but you can get through.  “We guarantee it” says the VNF lady.  “Really guarantee” we query? Well almost, she says.

So on Wednesday afternoon we set off – the quieter Low road, up the River Yonne to Auxerre, and then one more journey up the beloved Nivernais.  We only leave after lunch and moor up at Gurgy on the river, just north of Auxerre.  This is a beautiful little village and excellent mooring on the open river.
The next day will be a long one.  We will go straight through Auxerre and up the Nivernais to Vincelles, 22 kms and 13 locks in all.  It is lovely day and again we make good progress. The skyline in Auxerre is always wonderful, but on we go.
Auxerre Cathedral on the Skyline

Alas at the first lock into the Nivernais no-one is to be seen or heard.  We hoped to be through before midday but it takes 20 minutes to raise the lock-keeper and then he is only letting two boats downstream.  We will have to wait until 1pm, and then share with the trip boat from Auxerre.  An auspicious welcome.

The boat trip arrives right on time.  We are 18.3 metres and she is 20.  The lock is 38.5.  But you can both fit in, says the lock-keeper.  He is right, if you like being squeezed against lock gates and another boat.  We do it, but the rear gates won’t close.  It is not our lengths but a piece of timber jammed jamming on the gates.  30 minutes later we are able to get through.

The trip boat, with passengers taking lunch, was meant to get to Vaux.  We share 4 locks with it, great fun, and then she turns back.  We pass through Vaux, sad to lose them as we hoot our goodbyes, but pleased to have a bit more space.  The waterfront at Vaux looks beautiful.

The Waterfront at Vaux

We cruise on down.  Did we notice this area so much on our very first voyage in France, or were we more focussed on the boat.  This is wonderful scenery as we approach the hills at Bailly.
The Hillsides at Bailly

Beneath these hillsides are the most wondrous wine caverns.  Alas we have been here several times, but always near lunchtime when they are not open, as when we visited last week.  And now we do not have hours to spare.  Other boaters keep telling us what we have missed, though the cellars at St Bris up in the hills, where the wine comes from, are also interesting.
The Caves at Bailly

We moor up at Vincelles.  This is a nice village with good facilities, and Vincelottes on the opposite bank of the river adds to the glory.  Both well worth a visit by car, bike or boat.  And walking the dogs here is a pleasure

Morning Mist at Vincelottes

The next day our target is Chatel Censoir.  We want to get to and past where the breach in the canal is as soon as we can.  If we have to turn back, the better we know the sooner.  We miss out the beautiful turn up the Curé to Vermenton, which we visited last week, and head straight on.  We remind ourselves again how lovely this valley is.  Essentially the canal here is really a navigation, constantly intertwining with the upper reaches of the river Yonne.  The different pounds each had a flavour of their own, and the locks all have a charm of their own.  One even has a mermaid to greet us. (Morverc’h is the Breton for mermaid.)

The Mermaid Greets Us -  But is It to Land or Sea?

On the way the messages about getting through the pound at Crain-Coulanges get direr.  We pass an Australian who says he only draws 60cm but has been turned back.  Then a young lock-keeper assures us nothing can get through.  We telephone the VNF lady at Corbigny again.  Her name is Marie. No you can get through she says.  But wait, I’ll call Eric at Clamecy to be absolutely sure.  Eric comes on the phone.  How wide are they, he asks.  OK, at 60cm and 3m wide they can get through, he assures.  So we tell the young lock-keeper, who is still not sure.  Be it on our heads!

Should he have said that?  For next we see a lovely lady enjoying the sun and – believe it – knitting on the canal bank.  Is the Tricoteuse a good or bad sign in France!!??

The Tricoteuse – Hopefully not a Sign for Mme Guillotine

We pass through Merry and the beautiful rocks at Saussois.  Two coach loads of German tourists are enjoying the scene.

The Rocks for Climbers at Saussois

But others merely want to bathe their weary feet!

Dangling Toes Below the Rocks

We reach Chatel Censoir in good time and find a good mooring.  This little port is seething with boats, but alas many which cannot now go any further south.

In the morning walking dogs we meet Terry from the Renaissance – another English-style Widebeam, though he is 12 ft wide.  He saw us arrive yesterday and wonders if we too are planning to attempt the pound at Crain. Yes, we say, and we have double- and treble-checked it is OK.  We agree to go together.

At the first lock prior to the troublesome pound we meet the student teacher who was the eclusieuse last Sunday when we came to make a recce visit.  She is pleased to see us, or really to see the dogs again.  And excited that we are going to try to get through. Then she is joined by a more experienced eclusieuse who will see us through the Bezy-Crain pound.  She is cheerful, funny and hearty, and pleased to see some boats to make the journey.  She’ll watch us carefully, she says.  But go very slowly even if it takes an hour (to do 1.4kms!) and stay in the middle of the pound!

We enter the pound.  The water is really low.  It should be at the tops of the wooden fence but is well below the bottom.

With This Little Water, Will We Reach Coulanges?

Straight and Narrow, but Long Way to Go

If We Can Make That Bridge We’ve Done It!

It takes half an hour.  We touch nothing, though at one point it feels like rolling a stone uphill, and we get through.  The flowers at the lavoir in Coulanges are a welcome sight.

The Flowered Lavoir at Coulanges

From Coulanges the Renaissance takes the lead and we follow her back down on the river (Yonne) to head into Clamecy, one of the most beautiful towns in the Nievre.  Heading up the river to the lock was a delight, with the relief that we had passed Coulanges and did not have to go all the way back to the northern route via the Seine.

Following the Renaissance into Clamecy

In the harbour another wonderful surprise, we are moored alongside a group of folk singers and dancers who practise continuously on the top deck.  Others may get bored with this.  To us it is a delight.  The leader (cap backwards) is a Breton, but now based at Marseilles.
Dancing the Bourée On Board Ship

We spend two nights in Clamecy, just relaxing.  The second day is a book fair.  That afternoon / evening Jeremy, Corine and Agnes drive over from Chatillon-sur-Loire.  We look around the the book fair and the town. We had not been in the cathedral before – small but beautiful.  Returning one of the book fair stallholders has had her electric cable trapped under a car and she cannot pack up.  She gives a lesson in French expletives we do not alas need, but Corine certainly wishes we were not hearing.  But Glyn’s language would be as bad if it was happening to him.  Then we have an excellent meal and discover two local wines –Tannay (white) and Irancy (red) which were extremely good.  We say goodbye at 2300 and Agnes who is “Sam” now has over an hour’s drive back to the Loire.  But it was beautiful evening with them.
And next morning we are off to Corbigny.  The passage is an interesting mixture of primary industries – forestry and extraction – and beautiful countryside.  Judge for yourself which you prefer!

Hills as they used to be in the Welsh valleys

Cattle grazing in the meadows

Just look at those trees

We pass through Chitry where there is no mooring and moor the night at les Granges outside Corbigny.  It is a ghost town.  One old hulk of a tanker and nothing else at all.  It is a Locaboat base.  We can only assume that with the canal effectively closed above Clamecy they have closed early for the season.  Glyn cycles the 4kms into Corbigny which is a spritely little town, and gets all that is necessary.

Next day (12 September already) we head for the summit.  The gorge is again wonderful, though not as beautiful as in May last year.  We think it’s more the time of year than the second time around – but it is still beautiful. The trees are still wonderful, and then we reach the summit to go through the tunnels over to Baye.  The flags are out – but nothing Welsh, Cornish or Breton!

Trees adorn the gorge to the summit

The Flags are Out

And then we pass through the tunnels to the wide lake at Baye.

Emerging from the Tunnels

The Wide Expanse at Baye

We don’t like mooring at Baye – too open and exposed, and the mooring at Bazolles we used last year just below the summit is now definitely “private”.  We are getting stuck for somewhere to moor, and dusk is coming in on us.  We finally find somewhere we can moor up, even if a long way off the bank, just before the locks at Chavance, and it turns out to be an ideal spot to walk the dogs.   And tomorrow we are off early down to Chatillon-en-Bazois.  Now take this slowly.  The bend into the town is ferocious, and we don’t want to hit the bridge again.

We moor in the town just beside the chateau.  We are staying two nights as Kevin and Kelly are passing through on their way from the Midi back to the Channel (Manche).  We have an excellent evening but why is it we do not take pictures when friends are with us (neither here nor at Clamecy)?  Must do better next time.

The Chatillon at Chatillon (en Bazois)

And so on down to Decize.  After Chatillon the countryside is pleasant but less interesting.  We moor overnight at Panneçot, which is lovely spot and then on down to Cercy where we pass horse trekkers gently enjoying the canal just like us.  From Chatillon we have locked together with Tom and Jo – two Californians who try everything to escape America.  They have sailed the world, and now have to resort to little boats down the beautiful canals of France.

Lock keepers do keep lovely gardens

The peaceful marina at Panneçot

A horse is as a good as a boat

But they prefer their freedom

Cercy-la-Tour – one of the best kept locks
Guarded by the White Madonna

And so we go on down to the Loire at St Leger and Decize.  Now it’s cows on the towpath, but they are much worried than we.  At St Leger we moor outside the enormous Carrefour and do all the re-provisioning.  Glyn has to find a Labo for tomorrow but is the other side of town, so on the second day we decide to cross the Loire and moor on the Canal Lateral. We go out on to the river with Tom and Jo in front of us.  Is it that their boat is low powered, that they just like slow sailing, or are just sight-seeing?  

Any way they go very, very slowly.  As we turn broadside on to the flow of the river with the weir just downstream from us (OK – a hundred metres) Glyn is very keen to complete his turn and get his bow facing upstream, but Tom is just very relaxed in front of us.  After five minutes we are heading upstream, they are meandering along the banks into town.  We wave a long goodbye and head for the lock into the canal.  Here another long wait as we try to operate the automatic pull to close the gates.  But all in all it’s only half an hour.

Finally heading upstream on the Loire

Next day at 0815 Glyn heads off on his bike to find the Labo in Decize.  Blood tests in France are such fun.  But when he gets there it has moved.  A friendly neighbour explains the complicated route on bike (with shortcuts up one-way streets).  Not too far on bike – about 3kms or 2 miles.  With one more stop to check the route he finally gets there at 0915.  The new Labo is exactly opposite where we moored at St Leger.  And now 5 kms back and 10 more back and fro for the results this evening.  Ah! Well. It’s all good exercise even if rather urban and traffic congested.  But the people in the Labo are excellent and extremely helpful. 
Decize is a lovely town which is growing on us.  It is also the birthplace of Louis Antoine St Just –  not Glyn’s most favourite French revolutionary, who he feels led Robespierre astray.  But nobody wants a history lesson.

So now (18 September) we are on the home canal and back to Briare.  We won’t say too much.  We’ve done this several times before.  But we love Fleury and Cours-les-Barres, and the approach to Sancerre.  


Photo:  059 One again the approach to Sancerre.


And finally on our way “home” to Briare for the winter.  At Hautes Rives between Chatillon (sur Loire) and Briare, as if to complete the circle, we bump into Maurice and Cosette who had to come the northern route from Migennes as they had too much draught for that waterless pound at Crain.  And they are with Jacques Mougeot, also winterising his boat, who with Denise once stayed with once in England in the late 90s, and perhaps was part of re-stimulating our interest to canal in France.  We stop and have lunch with them.  What a fitting end to the year.

Back at Briare we winterise the boat, see lots of friends around Gien, Coullons, Briare etc., and finally we get together for a "going away" dinner with various boater friends who winter at Briare -Greg and Celia (on the Vrouwe Catharina) who did all the organising, Charlie and Marianne (Moondance), ourselves, Steve and Marie (Eos), Peter and Linda (Elsie May) and John and Judy (Vivienne) from Queensland whom we had not met before.  Also a colleague who worked for the BBC passing through by car to his boat in the Midi.  Then off to Mortagne-au-Perche, Ouistreham and England.  Autumn and Winter in England can be lovely too. Well, normally!  See you next year.