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  • Jill Budd

    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 August, 2016

Belleville–the one that got away

Posted by contentedsouls on 24/08/2016

We cruised through Belleville on our way to Briare – we cruised through it and back again with Lesley, Sarah and Andy when they came to stay; then we cruised back through again when we left, but not once have I mentioned it and it’s a shame to ‘waste’ the photos.

The official moorings are nice and close to a (very rare) decent sized supermarche; unfortunately they are too close to the road for me to let Daisy out with any kind of peace of mind, so we eschewed the free water and electric and put pins in a bit further up in a pretty spot by some ponds.


Unfortunately, whilst our back was turned putting in said pins, Baxter decided he was hot and would take a paddle. He came out looking immensely pleased with himself and stinking to high heaven!


The pond had many other occupants too


As you can surmise from the blown out cheeks, we were smack bang in the middle of the mating season and the noise level throughout the night and early morning was horrendous – sufficient to drown out G’s snoring!

Before we left, I cycled to the supermarche and somewhat overloaded my rucksack (note to self: must get panniers for the bike). Returning to the boat, I pulled into the centre of the road ready to turn left at the traffic lights when they turned green. As I slowed to a halt I became aware that my dismount was not going according to plan as the saddle got caught up the leg of my shorts and the weight of the rucksack on my back finished off the job as gravity took over and I hit the middle of the road face down. Normally on a week day afternoon in France there is hardly a soul to be seen but, much to my embarrassment, people materialised out of cars, houses and bars to enquire as to my well being. There was hardly a mark on me as I’d toppled off in slow motion but, due to the weight of the rucksack, I couldn’t get up and had to be helped to my feet by two young men who got out of their car. I was mortified and pushed the bike the rest of the way back to the boat.

I don’t know if I put these photos up of the power station either; if I did, I apologise but it has been a very hectic summer and my memory is not what it used to be. Besides, it’s my blog and I like them!!!


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Bring on the Aussies and home alone

Posted by contentedsouls on 23/08/2016

Having waved goodbye to Annette and Malcolm; G set off in the car to pick up his sister and b-i-l from Orly airport, having flown in from Australia to London the night before. We cruised across the Loire from the Lateral to the Nivernais and up a little before returning to Champvert (designated place for abandoning me). I can’t believe that I don’t have a single picture of my lovely s-i-l, but those few days were about spending precious time with family who, due to distance, we see far too little of. Muttley was quite pleased to have people staying over again too!


The days passed in a flash and, almost before I knew it, I was waving goodbye and they were all driving off to catch flights back to the UK. Normally I’m the first to enjoy a bit of space for awhile, but with all of them leaving at the same time after having become totally used to having people around since 30th June; it was a bit of a shock!!!! Coupled with that, the temperature rose to silly levels again which, whilst not reducing Baxter’s appetite, has an unfortunate affect on his stomach in particular and his well being in general – thus he requires almost constant attention. Our saviour was the spring/well next to our mooring – it rose out of the ground and trickled in a little channel into the canal. Perfik! There was also a spot where I could get Muttley into the river without leaving the Baxter for more than 40 minutes, provided I didn’t break my neck negotiating this ladder over a barbed wire fence. I had to pass the donkeys to reach it, so I had them to say bonjour to.


By the end of the first week I was going a bit nuts when I met the lovely Regula (whose name means something to do with Regina) who was out walking a French hunting dog called Alma. She is a hand surgeon in Switzerland (where was she when we needed her in Briare with Diane’s oyster accident?!) whose family own a house in the village (with room for a pony) and she borrows the dog and comes here for a few weeks at a time to just walk and chill and escape her life where, as she says, “every minute of my day is accounted for”. Yipee, someone to play with and with a car to drive out to pretty spots for different dog walking, although still a bit limited about leaving the Baxter for long. Alma and Muttley had a ball too.


When G returned, we drove back out to this pretty village of Tinte and took the car right down to the water so Baxter could go in too. The following photos are going to be treasured, bless him.


The very next morning our friends Gill and John (they of the car recovery adventure in Briare) on the lovely Piper barge Millie turned up (notice how everyone vanished whilst I was on my own and re-appeared when G arrived back; clearly it’s him that’s the party animal!), so we availed ourselves of the picnic tables in the shade for a b-b-q


We stayed one more day to let G get his breath back and then positioned cars – G driving Regula’s Mercedes – and cruised her and Alma to Cercy to catch up with Gill and John. We carefully attached Alma to the boat for fear she might jump overboard at any passing Coypu or ducks but she was as good as gold and frozen with excitement. Our two, of course, had seen it all before.


After lunch G drove her home and we did a supermarket shop with Gill and John (whose truculent car is now back in the UK) before eating John’s excellent paella onboard Millie in the evening. We waved goodbye to Millie in the morning as they were playing the ‘positioning for guests next week’ game and we needed to stay and sort out washing as I hadn’t had water at Champvert and it was two weeks since we’d filled. Here we are in the early morning sun.


Having only cruised that one day in the last two weeks I had very itchy feet and, having finished the washing and re-filled the tank in the morning, changed our minds about staying and booked the lock for after lunch (locks on the Nivernais close 12-1). We passed that lovely tjalk again too. Whilst the Nivernais doesn’t have the smack you in the face grandeur of Le Doubs it is utterly charming – quite British with the addition of picturesque locks and canalside bars and restaurants. These bridge ‘oles aren’t half tight.


We stopped at Anizy lock for the night by an extraordinarily decorated lock cottage – unfortunately there are no pictures as I went and left my locking gloves and camera outside on the front of the boat and it poured with rain that night and all the following morning …… doh!

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Le Guetin and time with barge ‘Rachel’ to Decize

Posted by contentedsouls on 14/08/2016

We moored as planned, for once, at Le Guetin where Malcolm and Annette caught us up. En route, this little beauty passed us – just look at the way the cabin lines echo the hull. Stunning and we hovered mid- channel for long enough to admire each others’ taste and take photos. It always comes down to the same thing though; if it’s your home, do you want to stand outside and admire it, or live in it? Still gorgeous.


It being a Saturday, and therefore no ‘plat du jour’ available, I managed to (easily) persuade everybody to try la/le Grenouille for lunch – a place I spotted when we came through before and sited out of town on the old canal. There were frogs everywhere (including legs), but none on our inclusive menus. We sat out in the sun for a beer first and the food was colourful and good. I’d definitely go there again.


Now what I haven’t mentioned is that Charlie and Misty also reside on Rachel, so they moored with a couple of boats between to give the three cats some space. I couldn’t get good photos but they are gorgeous.


The Loire is almost a puddle now, compared to when we came through before – there’s still one hell of a current on it though. I saw my first ever Bee Eaters there.


There was a ‘do’ on outside the moorings in the evening, which we wandered down to, but we couldn’t enjoy it as we were being eaten alive by mossies, so we gave it up.

We set off up the deep staircase locks and across the aqueduct first and then I jumped off and ran back across to take pictures of Rachel coming up and across


This was lovely to see too – one of the old Loire boats


When we arrived at Decize there was a free weekend music festival on – couldn’t turn that one down


Sadly for us, this was the parting of the ways as they continued along the Lateral a la Loire whilst we stayed for G to drive to Paris to fetch his sister and brother-in-law from Australia. Then we would hang a left across the Loire and then a right, up the Nivernais canal.

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