Chauny to Berry au Bac
69 km
13 locks
1 tunnels
0 lift/swing bridges
17 hours
After the long
days we’d had, we decided to take a day off at Chauny and have a nice lie in. At
8.30am, we were awoken by a nuclear fallout siren (see video). It was so loud
that I dashed to the side hatch to see if the streets were full of people
running and screaming. They weren’t. It was surreal, like a scene from the
sixties classic ‘The Prisoner’. “What’s happening” I screamed above the ear piercing
decibels to a fisherman standing at the back of the boat. Shrugging his shoulders
and balancing his fag on his bottom lip he said “It’s the factory”.
Later on that day
we met an English lady, and she explained that there had been a fire at the
paint factory behind where we were moored. Later that evening when we were
walking back to the boat we saw the factory. Now I’ve seen some factories in my
time and I’ve got to say this was not just a factory it was a chemical plant, the
following morning we were gone.
Lovely cake shop in Chauny |
Having zero will power, resistance was futile |
This made us laugh - monument of the month! |
Example of public art in Chauny |
A local cat-napping |
While we were in
Chauny, missing home comforts, we found ourselves in a Chinese restaurant. Apart
from the smoked diced ham in the fried rice and the toxic desert that looked
nothing like the picture, the meal was superb.
As neither of us
are wine connoisseurs, we washed it down with a bottle of ‘China Nights’ red
wine on the recommendation of our waitress, asking her what part of China it
came from had her hysterical.
We finished our
meal and asked for the bill, it came with hot towels and a small cup of sake. “Pink
for the lady and blue for the man” the waitress said, I had to laugh at Tracy’s
face as there was a pornographic image in the bottom of each cup which you
could only see with clear liquid inside. I raised a complaint about mine as the
waitress had given me a lovely lady holding her manhood the size of a rolling pin.
My X-rated sake cup that nearly had my eye out, good job it wasn't 3D |
The next morning
as we went to escape another factory meltdown, we popped across to the port de
pleasance to top up with water. “€3” the haven master snapped “we only want a
top up” we explained, “€3” he snapped again.
We didn’t bother
and noticed at the first lock we came to, and every lock after, that a drinking
water tap was available for free. That put a smile on our faces.
€3 my arse |
We were now on the
Canal de L’Oise à L’Aisne, a beautiful rural canal. There were locks
galore all simple to operate with the remote control. Each lock gave details of the next available
mooring place in kilometers and approximate hours.
Close up and with binoculars we were still struggling to read to board |
Reaching Guny, a very
small village, we decided to moor up for the night. After tea we walked into the village for a
drink at the only bar, thinking it would be a lively night with it being a
Friday. Things didn’t bode well as we
were nearly run over by a car sporting a ‘I love country music’ sticker and
confederate flags flying from the mirrors.
Oh dear, are we about to be requested to oink like porkers here?
We were the only
customers in the bar for the first half an hour until joined by three local men.
They were extremely jovial and we all tried to engage in conversation, without
the benefit of being able to understand each other, the wine helped and we had
a really good night with them even with one of the chaps peeling a heap of
spuds at the bar.
A lively Friday night in Guny |
Hope it's chips, it's chips |
It was a shame we
couldn’t converse with them because we wanted to find out the significance of
St George to the village. There were lots of St George place names and even a
stone carving of St George and the dragon.
Our moorings at Guny |
Pinon was our next
stop where we bumped into a couple of English boaters who told us everything
they thought we should know about boating in France without stopping for breath.
Our moorings at Pinon |
Pinon moorings from a different view point |
While we were
moored at Pinon, we had a lovely long walk and came across a nature trail, an
outdoor ping pong table (shame they didn’t have a couple of bats and a ball on
a chain), a barbecue and an unusual rain shelter, amongst other things.
Pinon even provided facilities for disabled fishermen |
Our final stop on
the Canal de L’Oise à L’Aisne was at Bourg et Comin. We had pulled into a mooring spot a few
kilometers down the canal but were put off by the €7 charge and so were elated when
we discovered this mooring was free with electricity and water included, we
even managed to buy six eggs for €1 from the next door bed and breakfast.
De Braye tunnel on the Canal de L'Oise a L'Aisne |
Oddjob took it all in his stride |
Our mooring at Bourg et Comin |
Yurts at the B&B where we bought our eggs |
Some people have privet, here they have vines |
The next day we
turned left on to the Canal lateral à L’Aisne and slowly followed a commercial peniche (we
didn’t realise there were boats that could go slower than us) all the way to
the only lock at the end of this canal at Berry au Bac. It was now pouring with rain and so we
decided to spend the night on the lock mooring and set off for Reims in the
morning.
The canal had more of an industrial flavour |
Berry au Bac our mooring for the night on the lock side |
Moorings in Guny
Cost: Free
Facilities: None.
Location: Ten minute walk to the village
centre where there is one boulangarie (selling the nicest croissants bar none) and
one pub.
Moorings in Pinon
Cost: Free
Facilities: None.
Location: 10m away from a large Carrefour
supermarket which also sold fuel and gas.
Town centre was 10 minute walk away with launderette and tabac.
Moorings in Bourg et Comin
Cost: Free
Facilities: Water and electricity both free.
Location: Village 15 minute walk away with
a boulangarie.
Moorings in Berry au Bac
Cost: Free
Facilities: None.
Location: Lock moorings in an industrial
setting, the pouring rain put us off investigating any further.
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