Wednesday 22 April 2015
Woken at 06h30 by the sound of props slapping the water
and engines rumbling; a peep out of the window revealed a queue of commercial
barges waiting for a lockkeeper at the upstream bridge/lock. Eventually someone
appeared and they all trundled off eastwards – as the saying goes “Don’t you love
the smell of diesel in the morning?”.
That mornig we rode into the nearby town of Brasschaat
and visited the gorgeous former Kasteel van Brasschaat set in a beautiful parkland.
The castle is now used as a community center and can be hired for functions of
all descriptions. Brasschaat is a pretty little town, well worth a visit.
Just in time too. Lynn had been smelling gas for a few
days before and finally we traced the leak to a join in the piping where it
branched off to the fridge. By the look of it the problem was not a new one,
something not disclosed at the purchase date.
A not-so-tidy gas installation - the source of the leak. |
Lunch was pork fillet and bangers on the Weber with spuds
and salad and the day ended with Irish coffees on Njord.
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