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We left Long the next morning in strong winds and were well and truly drowned by the time we extricated ourselves from our shallow, muddy moorings. The river was flowing like the clappers and we arrived at the first lock to find it wasn’t set; we, subsequently, made a very undignified arrival onto the lock landing having failed to stop! The lockie hadn’t opened the lock as he thought we’d be staying the night – anyone in their right minds would have done just that; I don’t know what possessed us to move. He went on ahead and temporarily closed the weir stream below the lock for us to give us a fighting chance and make sure the second lock was open and waiting.

On arrival at Abbeville a British boat moved back a bit to make room for Temujin and half of MR. The weather conditions weren’t conducive to socialising and they left the following morning which gave us a chance to move the other half of MR onto the pontoon. Try as we might we, yet again, couldn’t get a TV/Radio signal as a pesky tree was blocking reception. Being a Tuesday (Holby City night – sad, I know), I suggested that G get the chain saw out and drop the tree, but he thought I was being unreasonable‘

The following morning we still had very strong winds and intermittent heavy rain storms so G suggested a treat and drove us all to the seaside for a seafood (June and I) lunch. Couldn’t tempt the fellers away from meat. We stopped and took a look around the port at the mouth of the Somme first.

Both of my dogs lived by the sea as pups and Baxter was delighted to feel sand under his feet again – I think it acts as a shock absorber for his poorly hips and he couldn’t resist a good old roll. The town beach was full of pebbles and beach huts; I can’t imagine why you would want a beach hut there but maybe it looked more attractive in less extreme weather conditions.