Blowin' in the wind

The breeze that had accompanied us up the river seemed to blow the entire Dutch cruising fleet into Toul. We were unsure for a time if we hadn't overstepped the mark and ended up in Rotterdam.

We could guarantee if we played our cards right, that there'd be cinnamon biscuits and half decent coffee for smoko at least, so we set about making lists of things to make and do, and instead of rambling round the ramparts or inspecting the cathedral as would most visitors to the town, we wandered off together to browse the stock in the hardware supermarket not two kilometres away.