I’ll start this blog with a thank you for all the feedback we received on our first blog update of 2022 proving that it provides some light relief and coffeetime reading for some as well as a memory aid to us. With Karen not working this year we are quickly losing track of what day it is, but it doesn’t really matter with our way of life.
FRIDAY 25 & SATURDAY 26 MARCH
Another white found in the UK is the green veined white and this
doesn’t feed on brassicas either but does suffer in the hands of some mistaken gardeners. The picture below is of a male green veined
white we saw by the boat over the weekend.
It clearly shows the green veins which help distinguish it from the
‘pest’ whites which have plain undersides dusted in yellow.
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| A much maligned male green veined white |
Other than going for walks and lazing around the boat we did some
log cutting over the weekend which felt strange as we’re currently avoiding
being sunburnt rather than thinking about lighting fires. Looking at next week’s
forecast there are a couple of rainy and colder days coming up, so we want to
be prepared.
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| Celebrating our return with a traditional glass or two of rosé |
Talking about drinking, the champagne fields are a hive of activity at the moment. The fields are alive with the strange vineyard tractors with their raised bodies and narrow wheels that enable them to ride over the vines doing whatever is done at this time of year. The smaller plots are managed by hand and the workers are painstakingly doing the same job manually.
Just one boat came through in the two days we were at Juvigny, a
Dutch péniche heading south called Mussey.
SUNDAY 27 MARCH
We left Juvigny late on Sunday morning for the short hop to
Châlons-en-Champagne where we arrived in time for a late lunch. As usual, there was an éclusiere on duty at
the lock in the middle of the town. The lock is a VNF control point where details are
taken of all boats going through and what their plans are. We’d been holding onto a télécommande, or
remote control unit, that we'd used to operate the locks on the canal de la
Meuse last year. Strangely there had
been nowhere to deposit télécommandes as we left the last lock on the Meuse, so
we’d kept hold of it until we were able to return it. The éclusiere said she couldn’t take it
because it was different to the ones in use in her area but in the end
rescinded and jotted down that we’d handed it in.
We regard Châlons as our French home and not just because we love
the place but because it is where our official French address is for tax,
residency and health purposes. The port
is also a nice quiet spot with very friendly and helpful staff. After mooring up we picked up our post and
met up with a few of the other boaters in the port. We moored next to Guy & Ardon on Vindi
and Buddy was delighted to see them as he could sit outside their boat
demanding food on the off chance that they may give in, but thankfully they
didn’t. It didn’t help that when we popped
in to see Bill & Jane on Lazybones, the first thing Jane did was to give
Buddy some fresh meat!
We couldn’t resist having a walk around our old haunts in the parks to see what had changed and as we passed the island opposite the Grand Jard we were keen to see the heronry on it. There’d been at least 15 pairs nesting there when we’d been stuck in the port during the first lockdown because we weren’t allowed to move. Sadly, we became aware that there were fewer than half that number of herons sitting on their nests this year. We found out later that there had been more, but several nests were destroyed in recent strong winds. We did notice though that during the afternoon herons were busy rebuilding so hopefully they will get a chance to lay more eggs (assuming that’s biologically possible).
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| Island with heronry |
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| The other end of the island – we’re sticking out at right angles to the hotel boat |
We also had a wander around the market and a couple of the squares in town and noticed that our drain cover artist has been hard at work again. Several of the murals (?) that had been fading had been freshened up and in the corner of one square were some new paintings. These cats are just a couple of the six new ones we found:
On Sunday we travelled seven kilometres up one lock.
MONDAY 28 MARCH
I said earlier that now Karen’s not working again we’re beginning
to lose track of which day is which, but it was important that we didn’t miss
Monday as it was the day Karen had her appointment at the préfecture to pick up
her new carte de séjour to replace the one she lost in a lock last year. The waiting room in the immigration hall was
packed but we were only delayed by 15 minutes before we were seen. The clerk took Karen’s documents, checked
them over and said all was OK but we needed to make another appointment to
receive the actual card. I found it incredulous
that the appointment was in effect just to make a further RDV and assumed I had
misunderstood the French.
We went around the same conversation three times with the same
outcome so there was nothing for it but to go back and make another appointment
online. Another clerk, who spoke a
little English, could see I was getting distressed so came over. Our clerk explained the situation to the new
guy who then repeated slowly, and with some English, what we’d been told thus
confirming our understanding had been correct.
He helped us out by getting a girl to make the appointment for us there
and then and, frustratingly, the earliest she could get was for just over two
weeks’ time. We were upset about this of
course but at least it sounded like the card would finally be in Karen’s hands. The sight of a queue of Ukrainians waiting to
be processed in an area set aside for them, presumably with a Ukrainian-French interpreter, brought us down to earth by making
us realise how fortunate we really were.
We now had several options to re-plan our journey to Strasbourg
- Set off and take the car with us so we could drive back to Châlons on 13th April
- Set off and use public transport to return to Châlons
- Stay in Châlons for the next couple of weeks or so
- Start cruising in the wrong direction for a week and then return to Châlons
We didn’t really fancy taking the car with us and the trains and buses were such that we couldn’t find a way of using them without an overnight stop which seems crazy for a journey of no more than 50 miles. We’re also really keen to be on the move so didn’t fancy hanging around in Châlons so there was nothing for it but to set off down to the Marne and then return in time for the appointment. Once we accepted that we had to change our plans yet again so early in the year we were quite excited as we hadn’t been on the Marne for three years and started thinking about the places we could visit.
TUESDAY 29 MARCH
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| We hadn't seen Dahna before |
On Tuesday we travelled seven kilometres down one lock.
WEDNESDAY 30 MARCH
It had only taken a day or two to get used to the hour’s time
difference between France and the UK but we’d forgotten how much difference the
daylight-saving change makes with lovely long evenings. By the same token it’s still dark at 7am and
when we got up on a misty Wednesday morning a commercial was emerging from the
lock by our mooring like a ghost.
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| Thiros passing in the gloom |
Expecting rain and a cooler day we decided to stay put just going for a couple of walks. Contrary to expectations the rain never arrived, and it was still warm for the time of year, so we ended up staying outside most of the day. Saying all that it did remain pretty gloomy as you can see from this picture of Jersey exiting from our lock.
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Before I sign off, I will include a picture of our new
granddaughter, Olly:
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| Olyvia Hazel Rae in the week she was born |
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