Weather tricky clothes day, warm in the sun chilly in the clouds.
Tried a bulot coupe (sliced bloomer) from the boulangerie, I wanted to do some fishing and try out my new gear as we were in the Mecca of fishing on this river but already there were a scattering of pecheurs lining the bank alongside us and every shop in the village advertised the sale of 1 day to annual fishing license's. The maggots would have to survive another day in the anchor locker as I was too scared to a) get caught and b) look a prat who did not know the first thing about river fishing.
Yes yes I know what you are thinking.
We slipped effortlessly through 2 locks and soon reached Cappy.
Then it was off to the narrow gauge railway museum 2kms back down river at Frise. The railway was used to transport as much as 15000 tons of ammunitions to the front, per day in ww1. The museum was actually rather good with many examples of engines and rolling stock,
but it was the train ride that was so much better than anticipated. It lasted an hour and involved an electric and steam engine. We took the route alongside the canal then up through a woods and tunnel onto the green and yellow rolling plains we had come to love on this trip. We crossed a busy road and ended up at an old sugar mill. This had been the original reason for the track being here. I am by no means a train anorak despite collettes constant crowing that we had seemed to become a bit obsessed with trains thus far, but even she had to admit to thoroughly enjoying the whole experience.
I decided to have a couple of beers and read before a late supper of fish soup followed by steak hache burgers with onions and of course some new potatoes and salad.
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