That's what Mr Five thought at least, with temperatures well into single figures and rain that was a little chilly, even with gloves and hat he suffered badly at every lock, but there was no way he was going to let me try to open those gates alone.
Grateful for the help I was too, and I'm sure that's what got us the remaining half dozen kilometres or so to Tonnerre, where, tired from all this travel, we shall remain for a week we think.
We have bought their tickets and tomorrow, rain hail or shine, and the forecast says "shine", they will be off.
"Papa, why are you using the black lead today, aren't you afraid of elephants any more?" spoken by Mr Five in an all knowing "I've got you now" sort of voice.
"No elephants round here, it's a bit cold for them. The black lead is for Rhinos, but I'll keep the orange one ready just in case it warms up a bit." I replied to his wide-eyed self.
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