Monday, 15 June 2026

Pont-à-Bar

Sunday 7 June

We left the place with the great sounding name, Thugny-Trugny, and headed off for Attigny on Sunday morning. We had a hearty breakfast first which of course starts with a pain au chocolate as it does every day of the week whatever the type of breakfast. By hearty I mean cooked; we generally have cereal four days a week alternating with something hot on the other days. It was dry at Lords so we were able to listen to day four of the first text against the Kiwis as we cruised along. Fortuitously, England had just won when I had to call VNF at the third lock as no lights were on, otherwise we would have missed the end of play. It turned out that an éclusier/e has to operate the lock and we remembered that it was the same three years ago.  The éclusiere who checked up on us the previous evening turned up to see us through. She also told us about one other lock where it’s advisable to ring in advance as VNF have to operate it manually.

Coming out of the lock we moored for lunch where the river Aisne was running over a weir immediately on the other side of the cycle path next to us.  The noise of the water was so loud that, as remote as the mooring was, it would not have been a comfortable night if we’d decided to stay. Carrying on after lunch we were soon approaching Attigny and were surprised to see the quay was boat free. We moored at the far end so we could catch the late evening sunshine, the rest of the quay already being in shade from the tall trees.

Moored in Attigny with valerian and roses

After settling in we went for a short walk around Attigny which was empty apart from the odd local walking along with a baguette. We found it strange because of the strict French Sunday trading laws outside of tourist spots but in the central square a boulangerie was open even though it was the afternoon.

Bandstand in the central square

On Sunday we cruised 12,5 km up three locks and saw no boats.

Monday 8 June

While Karen was on a morning run I went for a walk to Faubourg-du-Moulin, a village north of Attigny that we hadn’t visited before. I could see into someone’s front garden that seemed to be a graveyard for old Citroën H type vans that were produced between the end of WWII and 1981 so were probably at least 50 years old.

I also saw Attigny station which has long since closed but is now a private dwelling with a railway carriage graveyard in its back garden.

Although it was a warm day there was a lot of cloud cover until the afternoon when we decided to move on a little way outside of Attigny. As we set off the sun started breaking through and we ended up with a very pleasant late afternoon and evening. We moored in a most tranquil spot on the offside beside a section that VNF keep mown in order that they can reach a sluice gate between the canal and the Aisne.

We were rather fortunate because just as we were getting too hot, a cloud would come over for a few minutes to cool us down until the sun reappeared.

On Monday we cruised 1,5 km up one lock and not surprisingly saw no boats.

Tuesday 9 June

Leaving Attigny there’s a 27-lock flight up to the summit at Le Chesne. There is only one stopping place on the way up, at a place called Neuville-Day. Mind you, when we came down the flight three years ago, we had a few issues with some of the locks and were forced to stop before reaching Neuville-Day because we didn’t make it before the evening lock closing time.

It was actually an éclusier we had issues with not the locks themselves. The flight operates in a chain and we had to call VNF at the top lock because the gates wouldn’t open. The éclusier who was sent must have been a new recruit as he didn’t seem to understand the concept of a chain. He got us into the top lock and then disappeared without setting the chain going. Of course, the next lock wouldn’t work so it was another call and the same thing happened. By the time it happened at the third lock we managed to explain to him what the issue was. He called his office to understand more and it took forever for him to understand. We’d been a bit tight for time anyway so once we did get going we didn’t get far hence having to stay overnight halfway down against some lock gates.

Before starting the flight this time we had to go on a short section of the river Aisne and passed a needle dam. These dams always fascinate us as the flow is controlled by men inserting or removing the needles. Originally the needles were wooden but nowadays they are generally aluminium, but we do occasionally see the original wooden ones.

Needle dam on the Aisne

We didn’t have any issues with the locks although one of them had a lot of vegetation growing in the walls which was mainly hazel saplings. We were surprised that it wasn’t kept under control as the roots must harm the structure by growing between the stone blocks of the walls.

Most of the lock pounds had contraptions at the sides to help wild animals cross the cut. With the amount of dead deer, boar and other mammals we sometimes see we find it odd that these structures aren’t more common.  Interestingly they are often seen in the canals on the UK where it is usually believed they were installed to aid horses getting out of the water if they fell in whilst towing a barge. How true that is I do not know.

Canalside posters explain the purpose of the structures to passers-by.

As with the last canal we were on, many of the lock cottages were in a sorry state even though they would make lovely remote homes. Maybe it’s a sign of how much empty property there is in rural France where supply easily outstrips demand.

Arriving at Neuville-Day we moored up using bollards from the old village quay and went for a walk. 

Moored at Neuville-Day

As we were leaving, Rob and Julie turned up on Tadham Castle and we agreed to meet up later. We walked back down the flight to a village called Semuy that we hadn’t visited before. It wasn’t a large village but strangely the canal had obviously cut through leaving the church on one side and the main village on the other.


In the centre was a home-made sign to a lavoir but try as we might we just couldn’t find one. We did find an old car rusting away in a barn and our friend Martin P. identified it as an Opel Olympia from the 1930s or 1940s.

Having seen the rotting German car we then came across some German graffiti from WWII. Such graffiti is often protected as it is such an important part of French wartime heritage.  

God save/protect Germany

We turned our walk into a circular one and managed to see our first marbled white and meadow brown butterflies of the year. Back at Neuville-Day we went around to Rob and Julie’s and had a pleasant time chatting and drinking into the evening. We found out that we had a shared past in the UK in that we all cruised on the Kennet and Avon canal and even moored our boats in the same marina 15 years ago.

Wednesday 10 June

With 19 locks to go up on Wednesday we set off early at about 9.45am. Rob and Julie were ready to go before us so we agreed they should go up first. It was an uneventful but beautiful climb up the Montgon valley and we had an attentive éclusier in attendance nearly the whole way. He spent most of his time driving his van between the two boats so he was never far away to help on the two or three occasions when a gate wouldn’t open or similar.

The majority of the locks on the flight were a little over or a little under three metres deep which is just about the limit for Karen to reach a side bollard without having to use a lock ladder. The locks themselves operated very quickly and there was no hanging around once inside the lock and the lever was pulled to set the operation going. On some canals we seem to have to wait an age before we can trigger the start. Another good thing was that they filled up very quickly but without being feisty.

The weather kept changing between full sun and threatening rain clouds but at least it stayed dry. The scenery was wonderful along the way but as usual, photos just cannot do the views justice.

After leaving the top lock we had about a kilometre to travel before reaching the town mooring of Le Chesne. There’s only room for a few boats and when we arrived we just fitted in opposite Tadham Castle. The overall journey had taken about 3 ½ hours so we felt rather pleased with ourselves once we’d moored up for the day.

Moored in the centre of Le Chesne

On Wednesday we cruised seven km up 19 locks and just saw Tadham Castle.

Thursday 11 June

Thursday dawned overcast and remained that way most of the day but at least it stayed dry. In the morning Karen went for a run around Lac de Bairon which is a couple of kilometres north of Le Chesne. The lake is the feeder reservoir for the canal des Ardennes and very popular for water sports and also has a large caravan and camping site. I went for a walk as far as the lake and back but didn’t do the eight km circuit around the lake itself that Karen was doing. The only picture I took was of these Charolais cows for Emmy, one of our granddaughters, but it does include a portion of the lake in the background.

After lunch we went for a walk around Le Chesne and although we explored it three years ago we found a lavoir that we’d missed previously. Sadly, it was locked so we couldn’t get access inside but could see it had an impluvium style roof and was also stream fed.  We did manage to get a picture of the inside by pointing the phone through a crack in a door.

The washing basin can just be made out

We knew there were flags flying on the bridge across the canal by the port but it wasn’t until we were walking back that we noticed they were an unusual combination: Luxembourg, Belgian and British. A sad sign of the times but the union jack is hardly ever seen flying in French towns these days.

Later in the afternoon we decided to leave Le Chesne and have a little cruise until we found a good spot to stop. We headed for the bridge that leads to Tannay as there used to be a quay there and is meant to have good views across the Ardennes. When we arrived it was incredibly overgrown and we would have required a machete to reach either of the two commercial bollards hiding in the undergrowth. Also the view from our boat would be non-existent from inside due to the height of the vegetation. We carried on a little further, passing the feeder inlet from Lac de Bairon.

When Sauville lock appeared in the distance we saw the offside had been mown to allow VNF to access a small aqueduct. The bank was reinforced with steel piling which was ideal to moor against and we could also take advantage of the lack of undergrowth.

Moored above Sauville lock for Thursday night

On Thursday we cruised 8.5 km through no locks and saw no boats.

Friday 12 June

Another grey day but it didn’t stay dry as there was drizzle on and off all morning but we decided to have a cruise anyway. The forecast indicated that it should be the last cloudy day with temperatures back in the 30s for next week. As we’re finding on this canal, we had it to ourselves and after cruising through more of the stunning countryside of the Ardennes and dropping down a couple of locks we moored up above the lock at Malmy.

Moored at Malmy

Somehow I managed to break the grinder part of our salt pot during lunch so set about mending it when we’d eaten. I used a superglue to effect the repair and once it had dried I could confirm the repair was good but unfortunately I’d also managed to glue the grinding mechanism itself. Usually when I use a superglue it doesn’t really work or not for long anyway. Of course, this time it had worked too well.

After lunch we took a walk to the next village which was called Chémery-Chéhéry. When we arrived we saw that according to the welcome signs at the entrance to the village, it is now known as Chémery-sur-Bar. It was a shame to find that out as the name Chémery-Chéhéry was almost as intriguing as Thugny-Trugny where we’d stopped a week ago.

It was a proper farming village with farmyards intermingled with cottages and houses. The river Bar and a couple of streams ran through the place so we spent a while looking for a lavoir and eventually found one. It could almost be considered as two separate lavoirs as they stood either side of a stream and had their own entrances.

At the top of a hill overlooking the village stood the church. Apparently one of the walls adjoining the tower dated back to the 12th century.

Church Saint-Sulpice

Outside the church was a large square, part of which was occupied by the covered market.

Although it remained dry, the sun never really came out for long even though it kept trying and we spent the rest of the day on board.

On Friday we cruised 8.5 km down two locks and saw no boats.

Saturday 13 June

I set off on the boat for the final 12 km of the canal to where it meets the river Meuse at a place called Pont-à-Bar while Karen ran there. There was some cloud cover when we left but it cleared during the morning.

The canal has followed the river Bar valley since the summit but at a place called St-Aignan the river has a 10 km loop around a hill so a canal tunnel was constructed to create a short cut and cut the distance down to under ½ km.

Approaching St-Aignan tunnel

Karen had rung me when she’d run through the tunnel to warn me that there were quite a few serious fishermen in the tunnel. They knew I was coming before I arrived as they would have heard the lock at the entrance setting itself and made sure their many lines were out of the way. It was the first time we’ve seen people fishing inside a tunnel.

I picked Karen up soon after going through the tunnel. She’d reached Pont-à-Bar and run practically half way back as she obviously runs faster than the boat will travel. The pound I picked her up in was low and there had been a VNF notice earlier in the week saying the depth was limited to two metres. This made it a little difficult to find somewhere to put the nose in but she finally got aboard. We stopped at the boatyard in Pont-à-Bar to fill up with diesel and make a couple of purchases in the chandlery then dropped down a lock to moor up for the weekend.

Moored in Pont-à-Bar

The first thing we did after tying up was fetch the car from where I'd left it at the boatyard a couple of months ago. We went into Sedan which was about a 10 minute drive away to put the car on charge and picked up a few things while waiting. Back at the boat we set up our table and chairs outside and watched the comings and goings of campervans into the late afternoon.  There are no services on site but it is clearly popular considering the number that had arrived by the evening. A little later Rob and Julie appeared, they’d moored in the boatyard and had walked down to see if they could find us. Of course we ended up chatting and drinking into the evening.

On Saturday we cruised 11 km down four locks, through one tunnel and saw one boat, a private river cruiser.

Sunday 14 June

The boatyard above the lock where we were moored also has a hire boat base so we expected it to be busy with boats heading out onto the Meuse. As it was, only one hire boat went out and just two came back at the end of their holidays, although quite a few private boats came through in both directions. It always strikes me as odd that a hire boat can be used without any qualifications, but we had to pass various navigational and radio tests before we could bring our boat over here.

Later in the morning we walked along the Meuse for a while and popped into Dom-le-Mesnil for a quick explore.  We found two lavoirs, both in good condition and with running water inside. Sadly they were both locked but we could see through the gratings that one of them had four wash basins.

The church was not as old as most, being built in 1850.

The mairie looked of a similar age.

We sent the rest of the afternoon lazing on and around the boat enjoying the sunshine. Oh, having said that I'd over-repaired the salt grinder - it's now working perfectly.

Early morning below the lock in Pont-à-Bar


Sunday, 7 June 2026

Thugny-Trugny (a place name to make you smile)

Monday 1 June  

We had two days before meeting our boater friends, Nikki and Gorete, at a place called Variscourt and wanted to leave Reims and break the back of the journey on Monday as there was a chance of rain on Tuesday.

Leaving Reims on Monday morning

First, I wanted to top up with diesel and knew there was a handy fuel station about a km downstream.  Before we got there we went through the area where the pleasure boating port was being refurbished.  It seemed that looking at the number and length of pontoons being installed that there would be a lot of space for visiting boaters.

On the opposite side to the pontoons were three new and very large rowing stages overlooked by Reims football stadium.

At the far end there would obviously be a view of Reims cathedral.

Leaving the pleasure port, we stopped so I could get diesel from the fuel station on the other side of a main road running alongside the canal. There was some issue with paying at the pump so purchasers had to pre-pay for the amount of fuel they thought they needed. I had two jerry cans so I needed to prepay for 40 litres. For some reason I often get my French 14 and 40 the wrong way around. As I was a bit flustered I got them muddled up in the kiosk and asked for 14 litres. I didn’t realise this until the pump stopped delivering fuel before the first can was full. This meant going back in and prepaying for the rest of the fuel I needed. Fortunately the girl at the counter either didn’t realise what I’d done, didn’t care or just felt sorry for me as she was very friendly and made no mention of the incident.

After topping up with diesel we moved on a little further and then stopped again outside a small Aldi. We had to moor against an old railway line and made use of a points lever to tie to.  Karen popped in whilst I cleaned the roof of the boat from all the debris that had dropped from the plane trees we were moored under in Reims.

Then it was off to the main commercial port in Reims where we knew we could moor at the end and then walk to a Leclerc hypermarket.  I know Karen had popped into a supermarket earlier but that was to pick up a few heavy items so we wouldn’t have to carry them on a longer walk. When Karen had come back from a run the other day she’d passed the commercial port and told me there were loads of péniches moored up. When we arrived today there were only two left and the port looked deserted as far as the eye could see. They’d obviously moved on over the weekend after loading or unloading.

We had a five km round trip to the hypermarket, but it was flat and easy to take our shopping trolley supplemented with two large backpacks. After a successful shop we set off for Courcy where we stopped for lunch in a lovely shady spot.

In the afternoon we continued on further and stopped three locks short of Berry-au-Bac, the end of the canal where it joins the canal latéral à l’Aisne. 

It had been a great day for cruising with the temperature down in the mid-20s and no issues with any of the locks. The water in the canal on this northern side of Reims was very clear as well as being weed-free, probably because there’s a lot of commercial traffic although, strangely, we saw none on the move all day. We now only had ten km and four locks left to do until we arrive at Variscourt where we’d planned to meet the girls on Tuesday.

On Monday we cruised 20.5 km down two locks and saw two boats, both private.

Tuesday 2 June

With rain forecast by lunchtime we set off for Variscourt after Karen finished her early run.  Even though we left early, two péniches had already come past us before we’d had our morning tea and coffee. One was Santa Maria that always has lovely plants dotted around the deck.

The second one, Delta, was being driven by a woman and she came out on her deck to wish us a good day. The lock cottages on this canal, are rather quaint so it’s a shame some of them are just abandoned like the one at the first lock we went down.

Just above the third and final lock on the canal before reaching the junction with the canal latéral à l’Aisne is a massive grain silo. When Karen came back from her run she’d told me a péniche was being loaded with grain as she ran past but as we arrived it had just left and was going down the lock ahead of us.

Whilst we were waiting for the boat to leave and go in the lock ourselves it started raining. By the time I got my wet weather gear on it was absolutely pouring. We carried on anyway, turning right onto the latéral à l’Aisne which, at this end was more like a small river than the wide canals we’d been used to this year. If we’d turned left, as the péniche had done, which is the way nearly all commercials go, the canal would have remained the same width as the one we’d just left.

The rain didn’t stop until about 10 minutes before arriving at Variscourt and when we arrived it didn’t even look like it had been raining there!

The 52 km long canal latéral à l’Aisne, as its French name implies, runs parallel to the unnavigable upper reaches of the river Aisne.  It was opened in 1888 and joins the canal des Ardennes at its eastern end with the navigable river Aisne at the western end.  We joined it at Berry-au-Bac and will only be travelling along the last 18 km before joining the canal des Ardennes.

The girls were already moored up and we went straight around to theirs. Having come down the canal des Ardennes, they’d arrived in the opposite direction to us. We asked whether the canal was busy or not and they said they’d seen hardly any boats during the three weeks they’d been on it. Suddenly two boats arrived from opposite directions and looked to moor so we had to shuffle the boats around a bit and use some pins. One of the boats was Tadham Castle, whom we’d met on the Somme a few years previously. Soon after everyone was tied up a third boat arrived and ended up breasting up with Tadham Castle as the mooring was completely full. So much for the canal being quiet!

Packed - even before the fifth boat arrived

When discussing dinner arrangements with the girls a couple of weeks ago we’d asked that Gorete made one of her famous paellas. She loves it when asked for that particular dish and, as usual, she didn’t disappoint us as it was our turn to go around to dinner at theirs.

On Tuesday we cruised 9.5 km down three and up one lock and saw one boat on the move, a private Belgian flagged cruiser. 

Wednesday June 3 

Karen and I went for a bike ride in the morning taking in a place called Guignicourt, the home of a large sugar refinery. It was our turn to host on Wednesday evening so we popped into a little shop to get a few last minutes bits while we were cycling through. The rest of the day was spent relaxing around the boats with the four of us having a little walk around Variscourt during the afternoon. Tadham Castle joined us for drinks outside in the evening before the girls came around to ours for dinner.

Thursday June 4

Tadham Castle left early in the morning and we decided that we would head east later on in the morning. We had a final coffee and chat with the girls and then at 11am we left in opposite directions. After about 10 km we were on the canal des Ardennes. This would be our second trip along the Ardennes but when we did it three years ago we tackled it in the opposite direction. The 88 km long canal des Ardennes was opened in 1831and provides a route between the rivers Meuse and Aisne. We’d joined it from the Aisne and will follow it to the other end where it joins the Meuse just north of Sedan.

A few km after joining the canal we could see the stone quay at Asfeld that had been our target for the day. Tadham Castle was already moored there but there was plenty of room for us too so we stopped for the day.

We’d spent some time in Asfeld previously so had done all the touristy stuff in town before as well as visiting the German war cemetery on the outskirts.  The mairie and church were unusual looking buildings as well as being unusually large for the town. We took photos of the buildings again mainly to show the dark clouds that had rolled in during our walk.

As I haven’t included a lavoir picture in the blog for a while here’s one that was on a stream just up from the canal.

We got home about 15 minutes before those dark skies dropped a storm on us for about five minutes and then the clouds cleared and we ended up with a lovely sunny evening.

Having been predominantly heading west or northwest since we started cruising this year we are now heading east towards the France-Belgian border. The thick blue line reflects our journey so far including the detour a little way down the Marne and back.

On Thursday we cruised 14 km up two locks and passed one river cruiser.

Friday June 5

Soon after setting off on Friday we noticed that the cut was getting quite weedy but at least there was a clear channel we could follow where other boats had been. Coming out of one lock we realised a lot of the weed was floating freely in the pound above and then came across a couple of weedcutters which explained the loose weed.

We stopped for lunch at a place called Château-Porcien alongside some grain silos which are usually the only buildings that are seen between villages along rural French canals. Many of the commercial boats we see on these smaller gauge canals in France transport grain from these silos. 

Moored by the silos at Château-Porcien

As we hadn’t visited Château-Porcien before we had a look around the town before setting off again.  It was a fairly pretty place with plenty of timber framed and other older houses as well as some areas of modern housing.

The modern looking mairie

Saint-Thibault church

WWI memorial

The town used to be heavily fortified with a castle sitting on top of the chalk hill in its centre which can be seen behind the pictures of the mairie and war memorial above. Very little remains of the town walls or the castle but the 15th century Maison Forte de Wignacourt has been preserved and is now an apartment building.

Back at the boat we were just about to set off again when we could hear the unmistakable throb of a péniche. Sure enough, a few minutes later a laden Follow Me came slowly past us. We were really surprised as the canal is rarely used by commercials these days. Three years ago when we spent three weeks on the canal we only saw three.

We stopped for the day after ascending the third lock on a lovely peaceful quay that we’d passed but never stopped at before near a place called Nanteuil-sur-Aisne.

On Friday we cruised 19 km up three locks and saw a private cruiser, the péniche and the two weedcutters.

Saturday June 6

While Karen went for a long run I walked into the tiny village of Nanteuil-sur-Aisne. Although it wasn’t very big it still had a church which was perched on top of a hill overlooking the village.

Other than the main street shown above, there was one side road that led to the mairie which, in true tradition, was nearly the largest building in Nanteuil-sur-Aisne.

Mind you it had housed the school at one time as can be seen by the carved stonework.

At either end of the village were what I thought were information boards from a distance but turned out to be displays of artwork depicting nature. I assume they were painted by local schoolchildren.

A WWI war memorial stood at the bottom of the steep path up to the church.

I counted six hummingbird hawkmoths feeding on the lavender around the base of the memorial as well as countless other insects. Like most French villages we investigate it was absolutely deserted: nobody in the gardens and no sign of life through any of the unshuttered windows. I found a sign pointing to ‘Le Lavoir’ but needn’t have got my hopes up as the basin was no longer present and the building had been converted to a salle des fêtes.

Karen was pleased to have found our first distance stone on this canal during her run.

34 km since we started on the canal

I got back to the boat a little while before Karen and when she returned we set off for the day. The owners of the garden at the first lock, Acy-Romance, obviously enjoy putting on a display for passing boaters.

At Rethel, the largest town on this canal, we stopped for lunch and to get rid of our rubbish and recycling. The port, although it had plenty of moorings, was as dismal as the last time we visited, so we didn’t plan on staying, preferring to get back out into the countryside.

Bridge over the canal in Rethel

Soon after setting off again it started raining which it did off and on for a couple of hours. We stopped in the next lock for water after first knocking on the lock cottage to ask if we could attach one of our hoses to their outside tap. After another half an hour or so we moored up for the day below the lock at the delightfully named Thugny-Trugny. An éclusiere stopped by in her van soon after we’d moored up. She wanted to know if we were planning on moving any further. I think she was rather pleased when I said no as it could well have meant she could go home for the rest of the day as there were no other boats on the move that might call for support.

Moored between the twisty pole and the lock at Thugny-Trugny

On Saturday we cruised 10 km up two locks and saw no boats.