A different day and a different VNF official and one who hadn’t heard my two and a half locks worth of French conversation. Yippee! Thankfully she was a young student and after three locks was captivated by Callum’s clowning.
Moored at a peaceful picnic spot in Autigny le Grand and logged our intended time of departure.
The boys enjoyed some spectacular pond dipping and captured a number of black baby catfish (or babel fish?).
Beautiful sunshine disintegrated and, as darkness fell the humidity built and the sky rumbled. A spectacular electrical storm exploded in the night sky, the stillness was swept away by a ferocious blast of wind and the rain drummed hard on the steel roof of the barge.
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