With our dues paid, and the card we use to access water and power safely tucked into the harbour masters wallet, we settled down over a coffee to await Dr Jacob’s arrival. He must have smelled the brew, because he arrived well before the expected time and in due course was delighted to pronounce our Mr Perkins to be in a fine bill of health.
We were delighted of course, and immediately set about things from where we left off yesterday. First, we thought we’d make an appointment with the bridge-keeper to get us out of the port. “Not today”, he said, “There is a kayak competition on the canal so no boats are allowed, you can come at nine tomorrow”. Armed with that information, we thought we’d stay a little longer, but we would arrange an appointment with the next bridge (in France) some eleven kilometres away.
That conversation went reasonably well, until the nice man on the telephone decided we should be there at ten. We did try to explain that the speed limit is seven kilometres per hour, and that if seven was to go into eleven and the answer was to be one, quite possibly some physics involving anti-matter and black holes would be necessary for that to occur. Either the bridge chap didn’t know too much about physics, or couldn’t understand my halting French, so ten it is.
Perhaps we will be leaving tomorrow after all, but perhaps there is a possibility that we won’t be arriving. Only time will tell.
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