Thursday 18 July - Condrieu to Valence
We got away early as we had a long day's cruise ahead plus the Capitainerie wasn't in the office yesterday to collect our moorings so a quick escape was high on the agenda for "Reward" and "Splodge"! The scenery is changing from lush vineyards to industrial quaysides again but there's still nowhere near the amount commercial and tourist traffic we were led to expect by the books.
A last glimpse at the lush vineyards approaching Valence |
Typical hotel barge |
Locks: 3 (210)
Miles: 49 (675)
Friday 19 July - Valence
Another hot day and en route back from the laundry I thought I was seeing things but - no! - after rubbing my eyes and refocussing I knew I'd seen a llama - on a lead! I couldn't resist saying 'hello' to Diego - but only after he sussed me out by sniffing my hair and armpits! He was lovely and let me stroke him so I must've smelled OK - to a llama anyway!
Diego the llama attracting passers-by at Valence PdP |
"Flightline" arrived this afternoon from Lyon and we invited them aboard for G&Ts - you may recall they used to own a Southerly 105 so we thought it'd be a trip down memory lane for them but a big storm meant we had to take a raincheck - sorry for the pun! The heavy rain, thunder and lightning were with us for about 5 hours before moving southwards and was pretty dramatic.
Saturday 20 July - Valence to Cruas
The lull after the storm - the Rhone was a millpond. We saw Diego again today and bid him farewell. Our choice today: a 70km passage to Viviers - very popular at weekends with limited moorings and nothing much for another 20km after that - or go for two shorter cruises but one which meant mooring near yet another nuclear power station - what a choice! - so we opted for Plan B. We used our homoepathic remedies and steered a course for Cruas which was, naturally, not without event.
We had to moor at the first lock to wait for a barge to move through and First Mate was moments away from taking a line gracefully onto the holding pontoon when we realised the current was doing the opposite of what Skipper expected, i.e. took us away from the pontoon. Suddenly, First Mate was hanging onto the guardwires with all her might as she couldn't get ashore! No injury - just a shock - and Skipper was there straightaway to haul her back aboard. That woke me up! Moving on swiftly to the next lock we went straight in fortunately - no hanging around - literally!
Shortly after clearing the lock we arrived at Cruas but stayed below out of the strong sun - 36C at 1845! That's it for now folks - over!
Locks: 2 (212)
Miles: 20 (695)
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