Time to leave the fabulous playground beaches of St Quentin. We set off down the Saint Quentin canal and after 16km and a few locks we decided to moor up and challenge the boys to a game of football.
Our pitch was next to the cemetery in a very sleepy village called Pont-de-Tugny. Kick-off at 6pm and parents did well in the first half – leading the boys 5-3. However, following a half-time contemplative walk in the churchyard, Mum lost concentration - her foul tally increased and conversely the prospect of grandchildren diminished.
The boys claimed victory at 10-9 and the numerous village dogs barked in unison with the boys’ howls of delight (or was it pain?). Pont-de-Tugny had never seen anything like it before and the lace curtains twitched nervously.
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