We return to the river cruise and that magnificent Indian summer we had in Europe last October.
After a morning of holiness visiting the popes former lodgings we elected to have an afternoon taking in the French countryside and excellent wines. Sadly even though efforts were made (Hic) to photo record the events, (Hic) pictures of this venture were (Hic) sadly lacking.
We did start okay with a good lesson in assessing the wines bouquet before the quaffing began.
Out in the wine grove which in this region has the ground literally covered in pebbles imported from the beach. As for this very desirable summer residence, the photo cost me a bee sting on my big toe, OUCH.
After this things became a little hazy.
The next morning's recovery was quietly spent cruising up the river
past a huge hydro power station, eight turbines I think, a wind farm and a nuclear power plant. It also took us through one of the deepest locks on the river.
Coming out of the lock we approached a number of chalk cliffs which the river passed through. It is also seems part of human nature to put something on the highest point be it an obelisk (mostly in UK), a statue or a shrine.
Fishing in a way I've never seen before.