My Wife's a real man!

Well I have discovered that my wife is a real man! We have wifi. Not sure how, through something called 'tethering'. Bloody amazing. A great weight lifted from my inadequacies.

We ambled our way to Clamecy leaving Auxerre and Puddleduck behind having her brand new innards' put right. Bloody boat builders!

Cooling off at a lunch stop at Champs Sur Yonne. Very hot weather. Received complaints that Hermy didn't have a swim deck! She's not a bloody Locaboat you know!

If my grown up children see a net near water you can't stop them. Fishing is an instinct. No amount of Honours sciences or Masters titles can remove it. If there are fish they will be caught and placed in a bucket for all to see.

Caro makes good use of her time whilst onboard.

Knitting winter socks! We'll need those in the Med.

Jess and Joey cycle along the tow path to catch ropes at the next lock.

Being crew is a tough life things haven't changed much since Richard Henry Dana's day.

Caro showing off her pulling power.

Here she is single handedly lifting a bridge. No wonder I am obedient!

Having crew on board is really helpful. Something we could have done with later on.

Clamacy is an old town built around logging and floating them down to Paris for fuel. This is the reason why the canals around here exist, mainly to supply water to the shallowing  Yonne river and not to accommodate yachties making their way to the Med. This might explain some of the dodgy locks. Lack of bollards, ladders on the opposite sides to bollards.

Nice little town and we had a lovely Birthday meal with Jess and Joey again the French cuisine on the slightly disappointing side, maybe we are not doing it right, but we did get four for the price of three. I think this was something to do with happy hour. 

Jess introduced us to homemade guacamole and Joey introduced us to French Grenadine Sirop.

Both then introduced me to snap chat. 

Or rather snap twat in my case.