A day of locks on the Saint Quentin Canal

Time to leave Cambrai. We dismantled the wheelhouse and waved goodbye to our abandoned car. The sun shone and the canal narrowed. Locks came thick and fast. Luckily the canal was quiet and we only met one loaded commercial barge. Andy surrendered the deeper part of the canal to it, which was fine until we struck a piece of collapsed concrete bank. Luckily Lobelia is a strong lass!

Stopped at 1pm after eight locks and sought refuge in a shady mooring and a cool hot tub – much to the amazement of passing commercial vessels.

Set off again at 3pm and notched up another five locks before mooring up at 6pm at a quiet rural spot where we think I celebrated my 30^th birthday during one of the barge handling courses we attended.