6 locks and 4 kms
We really shouldn’t have moved today, the bad weather deteriorated into atrocious weather, himself valiantly on the helm and we were accompanied by a lady in a VNF van – for no apparent reason other than jobs for the troops. I have no idea what the village of Contrisson has to offer and, in this weather, I have no intention of finding out.
I was molly coddled today and stayed within the boat (going down so can easily single hand) hovering and cleaning until mooring stations. The wind was off the bank so had to use that well known technique of ‘beaching’ the bow whilst himself re-assembled the front end and threw a gang plank ashore and a sturdy stake so I could get the back end in.
It was only 12.30 when we moored so I decided to face the job I’d been avoiding for sometime – going in
That’s the oven – not the local cattle.
Moving again tomorrow to get into a town for the weekend, running out of milk; that’ll be 4 days cruising on the trot.
