The journey begins . . . here.
Friday 29th June 2018
We had a nice slow start to the day. My better half wandered down to the Locaboat office which is also the Capitainerie and got WiFi passwords and a code for the amenities. St-Leger-sur-Dheune has lovely clean amenities, excellent WiFi and a helpful Madame Capitain who spoke excellent English. We had to move our boat a short distance so that a few hotel boats could turn around. I cleaned up inside of the boat and he washed down outside. Since we had WiFi on board I took most of the day out catching up on work.
My friend was due early evening. We popped out late afternoon to the supermarket and did a bit of shopping. Dropped that off at the boat and went to the same lovely Bar come Coffee Shop we’d been to the previous year. It’s over the bridge in the direction of the supermarket on left hand side. We sat on the pavement outside. My phone instantly connected and we did a bit of sharing photos and contacting people over a glass of wine. My friend texted to say she would be late. The driver absconded in Dijon and they had to find another one. She finally pitched up on a teeny tiny two-coach train. So cute. We walked her back to the boat.
As we turned on the water pump I heard a dripping sound. My other half always says I can hear a gnat fart. I insisted there was something wrong and located the area in the boat where the noise was coming from. Turns out the water pipe had come loose at the hot water cylinder and was pumping water into the bilge. Fortunately my better half has gotten into the habit of turning off the Water Pump when we leave. After our epic disaster in St-Vitry-le-Francois, one of us has learned a valuable lesson.
He refitted the pipe but wanted to do a bit of pipe replacing and refitting as soon as we had time and access to a decent Bricolage (harware shop).
Sigh! A boaters work is never done.
After all that stress we had to have a glass of rose on the back deck. Then a big fat salad. And chatted until nearly midnight. It was just to hot to go inside the boat. It had been days on end of hell hot temperatures. No matter how many drapes we placed over the boat to create shade, it was still hot.
The journey continues . . . . . .
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