After yesterday’s big outing, my leg was swollen and on the purple side of the color spectrum, so I stayed indoors while Craig worked on the boat. He wasn’t happy to find that we still have a slow leak despite the work that was done to the boat last year. He can’t see where the water is infiltrating so he determined it must be coming from a 2’ x 3’ section near the back of the boat that he has no visibility of…..everything he can see is dry so that must be where the leak is. Would it do any good to haul the boat out again? During last year’s haul out, no one, including Craig, saw where the leak originated so, in theory, by removing the stanchions, moving the rubrail up over the water line and reglassing the holes, the obvious points of entry should be eliminated. Good theory…..but the boat still leaks.
Around 5:00, Felix realized it was aperitif time and let me know, in no uncertain terms, that it was time to go OUT!
“Aw, come on, Mom…..do you really need to put your shoes on….it’s OUTSIDE time! Oh, cripes, the toilet too? Come on….we’re burning daylight….it’s time to go OUT! ”
Finally, after what I’m sure was an interminable time to Felix, I opened the door and we both went down the stairs….Felix much faster than me. Craig joined us and we sat outside enjoying the quiet, calm stillness of the early evening. Felix would come scurrying home whenever a walker or a bicycle went by.
We know the walkers and bicyclists pose no danger to him, but the cars driving by concern us….. and more and more cars are driving by…. which is unusual since the cottage is on a small, private, gravel road. The main road from Salleles d’Aude parallels the canal for a while , then veers to the left. To enter our little path, a driver must ignore the asphalt road, which most decidedly curves to the left, and drive straight onto the trifling, gravel road that continues to parallel the canal. It couldn’t be more obvious that you’re leaving the main road so we’ve always wondered why so many people do it….and why they continue on as the road gets smaller and more rugged. Well, we finally got our answer……GPS!
A young driver stopped in front of the cottage and asked directions to Porte Minervois…..his GPS system directed him along the canal so he thought it must be nearby. Porte Minervois is a little bar along the canal just down the way and across the canal. You reach it by following the left-veering main road over a bridge and through the town of Mirepeisset. GPS, evidently, thinks our little road is a shortcut….it isn’t….I think we’ll stick to our Michelin maps and hope the traffic slows down for a black flash heading toward our doorway.
Slow down, you move too fast…..Ralentissez, vous aller trop vite
(kudos to Paul Simon)