34
kilometres, 14 locks.
The morning
started misty and clear and an early start was on the cards for the long day
ahead.
I had also noticed that there was crud in one of the pre-filters and just
hoped it would not cause a problem as there was no time to clean it.
Anyway, the
cruise to Reims was uneventful with the sets of locks being synchronised so
that as you exited one the next one would open.
Lock coming up. |
Suspended pole to operate the lock. |
Twist and release |
A stunning, warm day of wheat
fields and aquamarine water (but strangely enough, not a single vineyard –
strange as Reims one of the main Champagne cities with many of the best known
producers having their headquarters there)
Long stayers at the Courcy halte. |
as we eventually reached Reims which
we had heard had quite a noisy Port de Plaisance being adjacent to a very
busy road which is why we had decided to press on the Sillery and explore
Reims by bicycle instead. Passing Oso, now with two second hand bicycles
attached to her stern,
Oso between two larger boats |
and approaching the last lock out of the city, our
steering, which had been becoming progressively less responsive, was almost
non-existent so we decided to stop after the lock and check fluids. Nosing out
of the lock what do we see ahead but the barge Serenity now owned by Australian/English couple Graeme and Claire
Wood who had done their skippers courses with us in 2013 on Tam and Di
Murrell’s barge Friesland; so we
decided to go alongside and give them a call but coming toward us were two
commercials, the first we had seen for ages, heading at speed for the lock. By now,
steering the boat was like trying to push a pea with a length of cooked
spaghetti, so using the engines more than the wheel to give direction we move
slowly to the side to give them room between ourselves and Serenity – and next
thing we are on rocks. Not a good day…
Serenity with a passing commercial. |
Saying Hi to
Greame and Claire went out the window as we extricated ourselves, moored up
outside the VNF offices a short distance away and poured quite a bit of
hydraulic fluid into the system. Steering almost immediately improved and we
were on our way again arriving well after five pm to find that the port proper
was full but luckily there was a space on the wall with a single bollard to
which we made fast. Most annoyingly for subsequent arrivals, there was only one
other bollard on the wall but this was taken by a very smart Dutch boat who was
using spud poles to moor and not the bollard – why they could not have moored
at one of the many bollard-free spaces available is beyond me. And in the week
we were in Sillery we only saw them go ashore once. Strange!
No bollards so tying up to the hedge! |
And to put an
end to this eventful day, as I was pouring sundowners two voices came drifting
through the window, recognisable voices. Dashing outside who should I see but
Greame and Claire who had been visiting the captainerie looking at mooring
options – what a coincidence! Needless to say they joined us for drinks and
shared our evening braai. A lovely end to an otherwise forgettable day.
As the owner of two spud poles, I'm pleased that your last two posts have made mention that they are useful. But I promise that our Dutch barge will use them responsibly.
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