Got out of Pogny just before our mute onlookers returned. We waved to them as we left and wondered if they would be still there when we returned for the car.
As we travelled along this canal we glimpsed the raging River Marne swollen by the rain. The canal crosses above it occasionally and its calm waters seem strangely at odds with the river’s swirling insanity.
Clocked up another 14km through sleepy villages where shops remain shut for August and the businesses which once thrived thanks to passing commercial barges are now sadly boarded up. Canalside property has been abandoned by traditional river folk. Lock cottages sold off. Bars and workshops abandoned or converted to private homes. Factory and silo quays left forgotten and dusty.
However, on the other side of the canal the towpath is alive with cyclists, joggers, fishermen and dog walkers. We moored up in Couvrot and jumped onto our bikes for the return journey to collect the car.
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