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    After 6 years aboard our Narrowboat Matilda Rose in the UK, we took the plunge and shipped her across to Europe. After 2 years in Europe we knew we didn't want to return to the UK so took the plunge and purchased a 1902 20 mtr Dutch Tjalk called Francoise and are now continuing our travels of the waterways of Europe in a buxom wench

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Archive for January 19th, 2016

Melay to Chambilly

Posted by contentedsouls on 19/01/2016

3 locks, 7kms

I set off in search of the Loire on Sunday under lowering skies. I didn’t find it.


I did find the most elaborate cow shed I’ve ever seen and more Storks though.

A knock on the boat early Monday morning revealed a VNF lady in a van who had come to confirm that we wanted locks 3, 4 and 5 operating at 11am. We were somewhat relieved to find that we had, finally, spoken to someone who was in a position to make this happen. We left at 10 which gave me a chance to get used to the time lapse on the wheel before the first lock! I find it quite strange that, in moments of pressure, I turned the wheel the wrong way – I wouldn’t do it in a car. The major differences (for me) are steering the front rather than the back, not being able to peek down the sides and remembering there is boat behind me – the latter is important as I don’t want to be bumping the back end and spilling my guests’ cocktails, that wouldn’t be good form. I settled down to it fairly quickly and was quite comfortable whilst manoeuvring nice and slowly (even G actually said I did well) but I find the slow steering response too daunting to manoeuvre at speed i.e. coming out of a lock fast to counteract the side stream waiting for me outside. I will get used to it but I would rather build confidence slowly than frighten myself – she’s quite skittish on the water (leeboards for my birthday?).

I’m stood on a small stool which gives me a good view of everything I can’t see – this is actually taken in the lock but you wouldn’t know that the lock was there!


We had a few VNF guys to help with the second lock and G had a good French natter. No need to get fed up hanging around when you’re indoors next to the radiator! On our own at the last lock G took some exercise and wound the other gate – no worries about getting him back on the boat as the lock isn’t a lot wider than us and, anyway, I have a twin speed girly button. We had hoped we might get water en route but VNF said it was all turned off until Digoin which is about 25 kms further down (and not guaranteed). We have used half of our water supply in just over a week.


Shortly after we moored at Chambilly (pronounced Shombee) it started to snow heavily, so we didn’t get a lot done. Some idiot (that would be me) suggested that we cycle into the nearby far distant town of Marcigny today – no electric cycle involved in this (the electric bike is on the other boat). Apart from a quick zoom up the tow path and back on the electric cycle I haven’t been on a bike in 46 years; it was wet, it was cold, it was hard. To cheer me up, I suggested we had lunch out – starter, main, cheese (normal or wet), pudding, coffee and 1/4 litre of wine each for 13 euros and it was really good; I swapped puddings with G as I thought his was even nicer than mine. The locals were really friendly too – we’ll go there again as we’ll be back and forth along here at least a couple more times. A brilliant day if I could have just walked home and not cycled – I did suggest pushing it home.


Not far from home I stopped and refused to cycle any further – given it was only 3 km each way I didn’t understand how it could be so destroyingly hard. I took photos of the Loire (which, I’m pleased to say, had reappeared after getting lost last Sunday) whilst G laughed good naturedly (ha bloody ha) at my discomfort – he then looked more closely at my bike and fiddled with something on the wheel, “you’re on the wrong cog” he said nonchalantly. “Whadya mean?”. “Nothing; it’s just the gearing is stuck on high”, “but the indicator shows …., “yeah, bikes can be funny like that”. I cycled the last 500 km home with comparitive ease.


With help from the dogs we put the bikes back on the front of the boat – which is exactly where mine will be staying for the foreseeable future!

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I already hurt – the next two days are going to be a nightmare!

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