Whilst we were moored at the pleasant little village of Vilosnes it was extremely hot and at 5 o’clock in the evening we watched a group of around 30 children and adults strolling down the opposite bank all carrying inflatables of all shapes and sizes – from straightforward lilos to dolphins and dragons. Apart from the sheer volume of people, I was aware that there was something else odd about this group and it took awhile to work it out. There was not a towel amongst them nor any other items other than swimming costumes and beach shoes – even the ladies of a certain age weren’t wearing any kind of cover up.

I kept an eye out but not one of them came back! Being a nosy cow I had to find out what was happening so, the next day, I set off with the dogs to see what I could see.

First I headed off in the direction they had come from and found a car park and realised they could have jumped on their inflatables, coasted downstream and climbed out here. Determined to prove my theory, I determined to stroll casually down behind them in the evening. Except it rained and no-one turned up, so I dragged Muttley down to check it out and this is what I found

Now you’re not going to float downstream on an inflatable in this lot are you – not without serious punctures anyway. We moved on the next day and I shall never know – presumably it wasn’t a mass suicide or I’d have seen it in the papers!

Anyway this is the village and our mooring

Jill