I was woken by the sound of my baguettes being delivered by Gary. It was 7.45.
After prunes and yoghurt and some bread we waved them off at 9. The Americans left an hour later following the Aussies to auxerre where their boat was in for a paint job before going on the market. All a bit sad really but after 20 summers on the canals, they had no regrets.
With this lovely spot to ourselves and free electric and water we might aswell avail ourselves and spend what was a lovely sunny day right here. We went for a long walk along the riverbank.
Watched fish caught on the water barrier desperately trying to jump over the concrete wire but simply exhausting themselves with no success. A fishermen was trying his luck down below the wier where any fish coming down river would eventually be swept through. Seemed like a sound plan and it was a delightful setting. We had seen him earlier setting off down the riverbank. He had converted a sit on motorised lawn mower into what looked like a Harley Davidson trike without the wow factor and towed his fishing gear in an old rotting wooden box trailer. Fisherman take more gear than the crew takes on a two week cruise. Not sure why I am flabbergasted as these are fisherman after all, but I am! Actually, this particular chap is one of the nice ones and we get a cheery bonjour.
The rest of the day is spent chillin' we had chilli for lunch and I had a well deserved afternoon siesta. At 6.30 I suddenly realised I had no lardons which I needed for my first attempt at a tartiflette. Aboard the wheels of steel it was a race against time. I ended up back in migennes at atac. Stopped and told they were closing as I just got through the door, I pleaded for two minutes. He gave a smile and I grabbed 6 merguez and a pack of smoked lardons. Phew.
The tartiflette was fabulous washed down with a bottle of Cremant as I watched real Madrid v man city in the champions league and Collette read. Good game, good book! It had been a very pleasant lazy day here on the yonne.
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