The problem with not blogging for awhile is the short term memory confuses people and places. So please forgive me if I’ve any of this wrong. One of the reasons I’ve not blogged is because we’ve had a brilliant and interesting social time – again.

Leaving our shady mooring at Sillery, we pulled over into the basin proper so as I could set off with rucksack and bags to the local supermarket. By the time I returned, the hotel boat ‘Princess’ had shifted MR to claim ‘their’ mooring – they were perfectly good natured about it but there were no signs to say that it was a reserved mooring. We stayed the night at Wez which was beautifully remote and allowed the menagerie to lay out, undisturbed, in the sun.

Moving on to Conde sur Marne (how different it looks in the summer) we descended on Tony and Hazel on their beautiful barge Rhania, spending a brilliant couple of days sharing stories, food and wine.

Moving on we tried the odd spot of fishing in the locks (having spied a potential fish for dinner) and the odd spot of climbing to fish for a ‘phone signal – both with little effect!

On the last lock before going up into Challon (previously here with Sue and Vic in February), the lock was too tall to get a rope up onto the bollards so we went up without. 3/4 the way up a lady lock keeper appeared and gave me a right ticking off for not having a rope on; reminiscent of being called to the headmaster’s office. It begs 2 questions really; if G was on the helm he was ‘skipper’, so why wasn’t the bollocking directed at him? Also, as she was about, why didn’t she come and take a rope for us?

Pulled onto the VNF (free) mooring overnight but were told that we would have to move off the following day as the hotel boat ‘Raymonde’ was due in and had priority. This is the infamous Raymonde that gave Kevin a very difficult time when he was in trouble with WB Avalon. I’m not going to re-air this issue and the Greek captain (not the same one as Kevin encountered) was affable and happy to join us mere mortals for a beer in the evening as he was ‘between’ passengers. Sadly we didn’t get invited to look round his boat, or ship as he referred to it. Anyone of you clever people out there know when a boat becomes a ship?

We spent several days there, outside the boat, hiding from the heat under the shade of the trees – unfortunately they were Horse Chestnut trees so we had a few problems with raindrops conkers keep falling on our heads.

This restaurant had an amazing system for keeping their customer’s cool – not a rotating fan but a rotating water sprayer!

Walking whilst cruising on the St Quentin was impossible as all the locks were enclosed in tall fencing which meant I couldn’t reach the lifting lock operating bars from the towpath and, until you reach Berry au Bac and turn onto the l’Aisne a la Marne there are no towpaths anyway. Must admit it’s been way too hot to walk anywhere again really – just a quick 30 minutes first thing in the morning and then 45 mins or so in the evening at dusk.

Having arrived at Pinon Friday and made a decision to stay for the weekend (room to sit out and plenty of shade), we were soon joined by the working peniche Floan; owned by George and Helen, friends of Mike and June and in whose company we had previously spent a lovely evening earlier this year. They are the last British commercial operators in France

Sadly they couldn’t stop as they were delivering a load of barley (for beer) and they only had time for a quick natter and a beer top up (for personal use) at the adjacent supermarket.

We left Pinon on Monday and just didn’t stop! It was so hot we weren’t prepared to lose our cruising breeze – standard technique for surviving the heat was to get under the cold shower fully dressed. We moored at Berry au Bac in the evening having covered 42.71 kilometres, 9 locks and 1 tunnel!! Incidentally the tunnel was the first we’ve been through here where the lights weren’t working – sadly it was also the first time we haven’t checked our tunnel light before entering; that wasn’t working either! The lights you can see are the domestic ones from inside the boat.

As always, Berry au Bac was busy with commercials waiting to load and unload at the 2 nearby silos. I love watching them reverse through the first lock to be loaded at the silo above – no place for them to wind for miles – they load with water ballast to squeeze under the low bridge immediately in front of the lock. The lady from the peniche opposite climbed down their ladder and into the water 3 times with each of her 3 dogs to cool them off. We’ve been using water sprays and buckets to keep ours cool where they can’t get in.

A misty start heralded another beautiful day as we headed towards Reims intending to moor just before the city. Again, no pleasure craft around just the odd commercial (only small ones though on the l’Aisne a la Marne). I had to smile watching this guy hoisting his jet ski out of harms way whilst his boat was being unloaded of dredging waste. I was able to walk Muttley for a brisk 4 k in 45 minutes and we alternated the helm and domestics to split the day up.

Having reached our intended mooring at 2 pm the madness struck us again and we continued onwards, passing the French holiday resort and staying out of the way whilst the peniche, that was fast catching up with us, winded. It was my watch and I thought he was going to overtake us. When on narrow waters (by French standards) I have developed a failsafe technique for handling the boat whilst being overtaken by large craft – 2 beeps on the horn and an alternative skipper, with strong arms, miraculously appears; I can’t physically hold the tiller when they overtake in very close proximity, but this one below decided to wind in the wide behind us and as can be seen from his prop wash he was in a hurry to complete the manoeuvre which, with the power and steer ability they have, he completed in nigh on his own length in a single turn. It was a good job that it was a scorcher of a day as there were four young lads, who had been swimming there minutes before, standing on the bank directly behind where his prop wash was landing enjoying the shower.

We approached the last lock before Sillery halte fluvial and waited for 5 mins whilst a peniche came down. When he cleared, and we were about to go in, the gates shut and the lights went out. Our 5 minutes wait took us up to 6 pm – closing time apparently! Very early for August. So here we stayed for the night in a lovely spot with a paddling stream for the dogs, shade for us and two delightful donkeys. Another crazy 34.3 kilometres and 12 locks; that 77k and 21 locks in 48 hours! I think it’s because we’re travelling on old ground and can’t wait to get onto new territory.

This morning G cycled off to Reims station, leaving at 11.15am, to recover the car from St Quentin – unfortunately the internet didn’t inform him that he would have to change trains and would have a three hour stop over at Laon. I won’t be seeing him again anytime soon then! He arrived back at the boat at 7.15pm.

Walking whilst cruising on the St Quentin was impossible as all the locks were enclosed in tall fencing which meant I couldn’t reach the lifting lock operating bars from the towpath and, until you reach Berry au Bac and turn onto the l’Aisne a la Marne there are no towpaths anyway. Must admit it’s been way too hot to walk anywhere again really – just a quick 30 minutes first thing in the morning and then 45 mins or so in the evening at dusk.

Having arrived at Pinon Friday and made a decision to stay for the weekend (room to sit out and plenty of shade), we were soon joined by the working peniche Floan; owned by George and Helen, friends of Mike and June and in whose company we had previously spent a lovely evening earlier this year. They are the last British commercial operators in France

Sadly they couldn’t stop as they were delivering a load of barley (for beer) and they only had time for a quick natter and a beer top up (for personal use) at the adjacent supermarket.

We left Pinon on Monday and just didn’t stop! It was so hot we weren’t prepared to lose our cruising breeze – standard technique for surviving the heat was to get under the cold shower fully dressed. We moored at Berry au Bac in the evening having covered 42.71 kilometres, 9 locks and 1 tunnel!! Incidentally the tunnel was the first we’ve been through here where the lights weren’t working – sadly it was also the first time we haven’t checked our tunnel light before entering; that wasn’t working either! The lights you can see are the domestic ones from inside the boat.

As always, Berry au Bac was busy with commercials waiting to load and unload at the 2 nearby silos. I love watching them reverse through the first lock to be loaded at the silo above – no place for them to wind for miles – they load with water ballast to squeeze under the low bridge immediately in front of the lock. The lady from the peniche opposite climbed down their ladder and into the water 3 times with each of her 3 dogs to cool them off. We’ve been using water sprays and buckets to keep ours cool where they can’t get in.

A misty start heralded another beautiful day as we headed towards Reims intending to moor just before the city. Again, no pleasure craft around just the odd commercial (only small ones though on the l’Aisne a la Marne). I had to smile watching this guy hoisting his jet ski out of harms way whilst his boat was being unloaded of dredging waste. I was able to walk Muttley for a brisk 4 k in 45 minutes and we alternated the helm and domestics to split the day up.

Having reached our intended mooring at 2 pm the madness struck us again and we continued onwards, passing the French holiday resort and staying out of the way whilst the peniche, that was fast catching up with us, winded. It was my watch and I thought he was going to overtake us. When on narrow waters (by French standards) I have developed a failsafe technique for handling the boat whilst being overtaken by large craft – 2 beeps on the horn and an alternative skipper, with strong arms, miraculously appears; I can’t physically hold the tiller when they overtake in very close proximity, but this one below decided to wind in the wide behind us and as can be seen from his prop wash he was in a hurry to complete the manoeuvre which, with the power and steer ability they have, he completed in nigh on his own length in a single turn. It was a good job that it was a scorcher of a day as there were four young lads, who had been swimming there minutes before, standing on the bank directly behind where his prop wash was landing enjoying the shower.

We approached the last lock before Sillery halte fluvial and waited for 5 mins whilst a peniche came down. When he cleared, and we were about to go in, the gates shut and the lights went out. Our 5 minutes wait took us up to 6 pm – closing time apparently! Very early for August. So here we stayed for the night in a lovely spot with a paddling stream for the dogs, shade for us and two delightful donkeys. Another crazy 34.3 kilometres and 12 locks; that 77k and 21 locks in 48 hours! I think it’s because we’re travelling on old ground and can’t wait to get onto new territory.

This morning G cycled off to Reims station, leaving at 11.15am, to recover the car from St Quentin – unfortunately the internet didn’t inform him that he would have to change trains and would have a three hour stop over at Laon. I won’t be seeing him again anytime soon then! He arrived back at the boat at 7.15pm.