Arrival

We have arrived! What a relief after a 37hr journey which the new electric chilly bin (for beer and rose on deck) and the folding sack barrow survived.

After a lovely two days with Gillian in Paris, which included a visit to the wonderful and inspiring Centre de Pompidou (short video below) and a spectacular dinner and night with Antony and Vincente in Beziers we rejoined Lady Mary in Poihles.

lady Mary was covered in duck shit and we found at least 50 rotten eggs in little clutches in every fold of the covers, ugh! Completely rotten and in spite of all the ducks and muscovy geese we have only seen two ducklings. Poor Lady Mary, poor ducks.

However her motors started first time, no ants, mice or mould and we are slowly cleaning everything at a leisurely pace. We motored into Capestang yesterday morning and booked in for next year. Donny, the gifted and friendly mechanic who solves engine problems, was in Port and he is going to show Simon how to change the fuel filters.

It was a public holiday – Pentecost – which was removed some years ago so that the money could go towards the elderly but it has been subtlety re-introduced. In the evening there was a little market and a band in the Port. We bought cherries, courgettes and lots of wine and sat on the deck to listen and imbibe, perfect evening.

We have arrived! What a relief after a 37hr journey which the new electric chilly bin (for beer and rose on deck) and the folding sack barrow survived.

After a lovely two days with Gillian in Paris, which included a visit to the wonderful and inspiring Centre de Pompidou (short video below) and a spectacular dinner and night with Antony and Vincente in Beziers we rejoined Lady Mary in Poihles.

lady Mary was covered in duck shit and we found at least 50 rotten eggs in little clutches in every fold of the covers, ugh! Completely rotten and in spite of all the ducks and muscovy geese we have only seen two ducklings. Poor Lady Mary, poor ducks.

However her motors started first time, no ants, mice or mould and we are slowly cleaning everything at a leisurely pace. We motored into Capestang yesterday morning and booked in for next year. Donny, the gifted and friendly mechanic who solves engine problems, was in Port and he is going to show Simon how to change the fuel filters.

It was a public holiday – Pentecost – which was removed some years ago so that the money could go towards the elderly but it has been subtlety re-introduced. In the evening there was a little market and a band in the Port. We bought cherries, courgettes and lots of wine and sat on the deck to listen and imbibe, perfect evening.