I’ve been catching up on the blog while Craig’s been working on the boat…..minor fixes and clean-up now…..hopefully all major problems are resolved.
Monday was a crisp, clear day. I was typing away when Craig rushed into the cottage and asked if I wanted to go to Le Somail for lunch. I looked up quizically…..why? He had just started the boat up and wanted to take it out for a little ride.
We boarded the boat and headed under the bridge and down the canal.
It felt good to be back on the boat cruising this beautiful waterway…..so at peace at this time of year……with boats moored along the canal for their winter slumber and laundry gently blowing in the breeze from lines strung between plane trees.
The ducks of the Midi…..usually placid at this time of year…..sprung into noisy action at the sight of a boat moving along their waters. Their memories tell them that boats are the purveyors of breadcrumbs and other delights, so they followed alongside…..first asking, then demanding, their rightful toll for using the waterway that’s their home.
As we coasted under Le Somail’s stone bridge, we realized it was 2:00…..no lunch for us today…..all the restaurants were closed. It didn’t matter…..it was a lovely day for an outing.
Just past Le Somail, Craig turned the boat around and tried to head back home….but the gentle breeze had gained vigor and held us tight to the bank. Everytime Craig pushed away from the bank…..mean ol’ Mr. Wind pushed us back. But Craig persevered and finally we were free.
It’s not far down to paradise
At least it’s not for me
And if the wind is right you can sail away
And find tranquility……