Legends from our own lunchtimes

Sunday, June 10, 2012

The merest hint of blue.
Migennes to Brienon-sur-Armançon

All we ever hear about whenever we engage any local person in conversation, is how terrible summer is.  Actually it's not at all terrible, it just hasn't arrived, but if we agree with whoever it is that is describing the horror of it all, we then get both barrels about what a shocking spring we've had to boot.

But there was a little patch of blue today, we kicked off back in cruising mode proper today.  Nine kilometres we thought would do it nicely, perhaps with two locks to round off the day.

Even with what seemed a battalion of small boys aboard, there seemed little point in leaving before our morning coffee, and by the time that had been done, well the locks were closed for lunch, so we thought it would be a jolly good idea to follow their lead.

Not too many people stay in  Brienon-sur-Armançon apparently, the main claim to fame of which, according to the guide books is that several attractive buildings survived the fires which ravaged the town in the seventeenth and eighteenth centuries, but we found the smallest patch of blue sky there, and thought we'd sit under it for as long as it would allow.

No comments

Blogger Template Created by pipdig