Remember I said that the boat was listing when we got back after filling our jerry cans with diesel on Monday? Well, the response we got from VNF was that they had to drop the pound as work was going on but it wouldn’t drop any further, so we lengthened our lines and pushed the boat out into deeper water. By five on Tuesday morning we realised that the VNF guy wasn’t quite right as we were at such an angle that I had to get dressed and go outside and sort it out
Fortunately, the boat was only caught at the front and it was relatively easy to manoeuvre the back out with a barge pole and let it drift out further into the stream. It did mean that Karen didn’t have to get up to help though but it also meant that we were now too far away from the bank to get to shore with a gangplank but at least we were level. If the worst came to the worst, we would just cast off leaving the lines and the pins in the bank and come back and get them when we could get to the side.
As it was, by the time we came to leave at 9.30am the level had come back up enough for us to pull ourselves further in and get a gangplank across so that we could get Buddy off and remove the pins and lines. It wasn’t long before we were heading south out of Auxerre continuing up the Yonne valley with its rolling hills of vineyards.
|Burgundy vines in their winter plumage|
An éclusier came up as we were casting off as he wanted to check we were still going and also how far we planned to go for the day. He was on a motorbike but most éclusiers use VNF vans to get between the locks.
As can be seen by today’s pictures the clouds had arrived and we had the odd spell of drizzle too. It wasn’t until the middle of the afternoon before the clouds started rolling away and we were back to nice warm sun.
|Disused watermill at Preuilly|
|Chateau Bélombre, not your normal canal-side house but it was built for a wine producer after all|
|Approaching our first lock of the day|
|Only opening one gate for us|
|Bollards much further away than we’re used to|
|Passing through Vaux|
|The moorings at Champs-sur-Yonne|
|Lunch time mooring|
|Looking down to the river Yonne with Champs-sur-Yonne on the other side|
|Approaching écluse Bélombre with the dividing wall making us feel safer as it was more in evidence|
|Typical lock cottage of this part of the Nivernais|
|Each lock cottage has a plate with the lock number and name|
|Raised paddle gear means the paddles are closed|
|The village of Bailly where we were going to stay for a couple of nights|
|Our mooring at Bailly|
In the evening we paid the invoice for the trucking company that brought us over. This was the last item we had to pay for, and we were pleasantly surprised to see, that compared with our original budget that we set over a year ago, all the costs associated with modifying the boat, buying items needed for cruising in France, craning and shipping we were only £263 over budget!
Karen set off for a run along the towpath on Wednesday morning, but had a problem as we were moored on the opposite side to the towpath. On a canal she would run down to the next road bridge and cross over to the towpath. As we were on a canalised river in the countryside the bridges are many miles apart so we took the boat over to the other side hoping I could moor there temporarily until she returned. It was far too shallow to moor but I could just get the nose in, and she and Buddy jumped off and I brought the boat back across. Of course, we had to repeat the operation when they returned.
While she was away two plastic hire boats with French crew turned up and all of a sudden, the moorings were getting full. After Karen’s return, we spent some time with Paul & Sue and then, after lunch, went to visit the caves in the hillside above us.
The caves were originally created by the quarrying of limestone which was then shipped down the river Yonne, into the Seine and thence into Paris where it was used as building stone. Nowadays the seven acres of tunnels are used to store several millions of bottles of crémant de Bourgogne at a constant temperature for the one to two years it needs after bottling.
|The entrance to the caves|
The shop was still open however, so we bought a crémant and also a bottle of Irancy, a red Burgundy from the next village so that I could continue to ensure I only drink local wines when in France.
|With no tastings available today I only bought two bottles|
|Four French guys from one of the hire boats following us out of the shop with their purchases|
Since the last blog entry, we have cruised 11 km up six locks,