Legends from our own lunchtimes

Wednesday, July 02, 2014

Another tough day.
Sampigny to St-Mihiel

We are quite anxious not to overdo this cruising thing, not to press ourselves too hard, but every now and then with a particular destination in mind one has to leave early.

It may well have been a perfect day, but we couldn’t just sit there enjoying a leisurely breakfast.  No, we had places to go, people to see, things to do so we had ourselves more or less tidied and fed and the trusty Mr P ready to do his thing by the dot of eight thirty, ready to make the first lock by the time it opened at nine.   For almost two hours thereafter we slogged our way through a perfect sky and post-card countryside, battling a complete absence of wind and tide,  until finally we reached St-Mihiel, thankfully well in time to catch the bakery and visit the tourist office as well before lunch.

Sadly our Mr P has not settled into his new state of being as well as we might have hoped.  He has developed signs of some bodily fluids emanating from an orifice which thus far remains hidden from view,  so we shall have to watch him over the next few days.

In the meantime, if all else fails, there are worse places we could think of to be stuck awaiting help.

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