Hello and welcome to the latest blog on August 20th 2021
Because we spend so much of our boating life on the move we have less opportunity to make relationships with people than we did when we led a more settled life. There simply isn’t the time to get to know each other, but that doesn’t mean that connections can’t still be made or that we don’t get fleeting insights into other lives. Normally these insights are quite simple but this week we were witness to something more dramatic.
We had moored up in a tiny village in a rural location. Usually this would have been a peaceful spot but there was a picnic area close by and it was taken over by a large group of local teenagers in the evening, kicking a ball around, playing their version of music and chatting – loudly. Whilst we were in the galley working our way through the washing-up the voices suddenly got louder, the tone changed and it was clear something had happened. From our vantage point by the sink we could see that an older woman had turned up and had said something to seriously upset one of the young girls. We guesed that this was a mother and daughter relationship. They shouted at each other for a few minutes, but then the body language changed and I could sense that it was going to get physical. As their fury erupted into pushing and shoving, the other teenagers reacted swiftly, pulling the two women apart, using their own bodies as shields and eventually, very politely, persuading the older woman to leave.
What could have happened between these two to provoke such animosity and hurt? We would never know. It was sad to see a relationship so broken and yet inspiring to see these youngsters behaving in such an adult and supportive way.
We didn’t need to watch the television that night! We had our own real-life drama on the quayside.
A few days later and now our journey is over. We have traveled 820 km and passed through 280 locks. Olivia Rose will spend the winter at a small port in Gannay-sur- Loire. It always feels odd at this time in our cruising year. We begin to feel a bit subdued as we start to pack up and make the boat ready for winter, not quite ready to become landlubbers again. However after five years of living this double life we know it is a natural phase, a necessary part of the transition process, and all will be well once we step foot back on the track leading to Le Shack – although I suspect it will be so overgrown we shall have to fight our way through.
A few pictures for you as usual. After this week no more canals and rivers until next year.
Take care and see you next week, probably with lots of pictures of the weeds in our garden.