Onward! Charleville-Mezieres to Lumes

When it’s time to go it’s time to go, and sometime after lunch with the sky vaguely clearing, for us that time arrived.  We could have easily spent more time in Charleville-Mezieres, but for reasons that are not completely without logical explanation, given Mr Perkins’ tenuous state of health, we are a little anxious to get off the river and back into the much more sedate canal system.

So we shopped a bit in the rain, and abandoned plans to wash sheets and sometime after lunch with the bit well and truly between Mr Perkin’s teeth we left Dave and Ria floundering in our wake, or perhaps they were just following at a safe distance lest something should explode from within our engine bay.

Not wanting to overtax ourselves nor overtax our machinery, we feigned tiredness after not quite a dozen kilometres and settled down for a quiet night in the middle of almost nowhere, wondering why our Mr P had not so much as missed a beat all afternoon.

Perhaps he likes being back on the "road" as much as we do.