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I’d heard himself telling Martin that he’d not managed to get a hand on the tiller for several weeks – so, as we set off on Wednesday, I relinquished the lock RCU and let him have the boat back. 4 locks and around 15 kilometres found us on the old curly bit of the Meuse on a pontoon that belongs to a hotel which is closed for refurbishment.

Monsieur invited us up for, ‘a cup of wine at the  end of the day’. It gets dark about 11pm – any ideas on what time that is?

My first ever ‘selfie’ – that is my hat NOT my beer and bread belly!

I had a good trip up the River Chiers on the kayak with Kingfishers and Kestrels in abundance – paddled like a demon against the current and drifted back trailing my feet in the water. 

Tracy and Martin taught me some rude words in French (you never know when you might need them) and they were written down in my open notebook on the table when Monsieur popped round unexpectedly this morning with bread. Highly amused (him) highly embarassed (me). 

We were invited to join Monsieur and his friends for drinks and nibbles last night – I left them to it after an hour or so. All the blokes stood as I left and the mandatory double kiss was required (right cheek first ladies); lovely. Fred said he would take us out in his Mercedes this morning but he sent apologies as he wasn’t well this morning – nor was my husband. They demolished 1 litre of Pastis after I left! Gutted, my first proper French invite and I was all poshed up – men! 

Jill