Legends from our own lunchtimes

Wednesday, June 29, 2011


Long after the storm the rain remained.

The drops were just big enough to drown out the sound of the transformers, but not big enough to actually wet anything properly. Normally one would even consider staying in bed until it had gone away, but normally one wouldn't have a deadline.

It wasn't really proper rain in any case, just the useless sort of misty stuff that normally fills the boat with condensation, but after days like yesterday the twenty degree decrease in temperature filled the boat with big wide smiles instead.

We had places to go, things to do, people to see, a train to catch and people to put on it, and we had till tomorrow to do that, and it was really quite pleasant travelling in the damp, for yours truly at any rate. With Graham borrowing my rain jacket and the Captain in hers, there seemed little point in three of us getting wet.

Eventually the sun arrived in Bar-le-Duc a few minutes before we did and the smiles grew wider still.


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