By 2pm a small patch of blue sky gave us the courage to dismantle the wheelhouse and leave our mooring in Chalons. The canal was long, straight, narrow and edged in soft green.
We plodded on and stopped to chat to the crowds who gather at locks to see this strange barge from England. Banter is usually quite easy and always pleasant.
14km later we arrived in Pogny where we attracted a different breed of onlookers. These guys just stood and stared for a very long time. Conversation was not an option.
The towpath from Chalons had been good and we decided the boys needed some exercise. We cycled back the 14km to Chalons and collected the car.
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