For the third time we have moored up in Toul. A few reasons. Firstly it puts us back en route to our winter mooring. I also desperately needed to refill the fridge and the beer/wine situation was almost on red alert and the canopy needed to go back to the menders to correct Kevin’s error of judgement the first time around. Plus Toul is nice enough and the dogs love the mooring.
I can’t really show you anything new about Toul so here’s a pic of Teddy looking cute.
Here’s Herbie trying to muscle in on the shot.
I love food shopping here. There’s so much we don’t have in the UK – some good and some bad. I mean, what’s with these whips in the dog accessory aisle?
It that how they train their dogs in France?
Apparently to get to Sillery for the winter mooring we have to go through 128 locks. I can’t say I’m looking forward to that! I think I’ll be ticking them off mentally … and possibly dreaming about them each night.