We finally seem to be back in the swing of this cruising lark.
Determined to get an early start, we woke not much more than half an hour after the locks had opened for business, and within another half an hour or perhaps a little more we were on our way, with two locks and seven kilometres to travel in what was left of the day.
It probably goes without saying that those kilometres were completed without incident, although we were slightly disappointed to discover on our arrival in Mareuil-sur-Ay that preparations for our welcoming party were only just beginning. The party itself is scheduled for tomorrow, a national holiday apparently and the organisers have thoughtfully erected the bars and cafe tents where patrons will have a terrific view of all the boats in the harbour, specially the blue one, which in turn will be in a position to receive with extraordinary clarity, every note as the accordionist hits his stride long into the night.
Forewarned is forearmed we thought, and if we are destined to have a late night tomorrow, then tonight in the French way, we should have an even later one to get into some sort of routine. This was not a difficult thing to do as Grahame and Aileen, being completely unaware of what lay ahead, turned up as scheduled en route to their boat, bravely feigning absence of jet lag and stoically swapping notes and tales of the past year until it was almost tomorrow.
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