If we had a diary it might read something like this:
"Left early, had a spot of lunch after walking round a mediaeval city (Sens), bought a chocolate eclair for afternoon smoko, arrived early and walked around a mediaeval city (Villeneuve-sur-Yonne), talked to a coupe of people, had dinner, went to bed - another nice day."
I fear the river has become repetitive, but we have a plan and we're sticking to it, like chewing gum to a post, we are going to be in the Burgundy Canal by week's end, which when I think about it, occurs tomorrow evening.
We actually did think we'd leave our charming mooring mid countryside early, get to the lock at opening time, good start to the day, that sort of thing and for once that's exactly what happened. We arrived in fact a nice polite ten minutes after start work time for lock keepers, but were perhaps not at all surprised to find no one home. After mooring in difficult circumstances, and wandering around in search of an errant lock keeper for a bit while doing a bit of quiet wondering to myself, a head appeared with a body attached to it, from the keeper's cottage door.
"I'll be with you in a tick" is more or less what it called over one shoulder "I just have to take the kids to school" and with that both head and body disappeared in a direction which was of entirely no help to us.
So we sat, and waited and thought about how we could still be asleep, until he arrived back without apology and got the show on the road almost an hour late.
To be fair, he did phone ahead to ensure we were treated very nicely indeed for the rest of the day, and he must have been important because we were, except for the occasional time when someone let a thunder storm drop on us from out of the blue.
Presumably thunder storms are run by a different department.
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