I think I mentioned In Seine last time (sorry) well we went on a longish cycle ride and guess what, the French lead in this department, viz.:
So we had now to prepare ourselves, well the boat really, for what could be a very bumpy experience (e.g. if the slink or crane slipped !!?), and then leave the boat alone from Monday 19th until Wednesday 28th; inside it just looked a mess of furniture and wire flower hangers, so first was to remove the garden centre, tidy it and place it on the stern deck. It was quite a sight:
Meanwhile Thalamus had craned a huge steel bridge across, I dashed over, called my taxi firms, none could help, he found one for me (which I'd dismissed, Casanova Taxis, I mean!) who came in a beautiful black, tinted windows Merc' in double quick time (his name is Casanova!, nice chap, looks like Mafia) and whizzed me to vets and in by 11am. Nik is with vet, and all is well. Casanova is puzzled tho', this is an odd trip, we leave with Bolly, where now?, back to the water, is that it? No, leave your wife here to paddle back? Not the cat? Oh back to the boatyard? Is that it? Okay, I'll wait here. So we load up, and off to Fontainebleau to hire the car. Don't let them see we're putting a cat in the car! All is well, and we're off! We drop Bollinger at the cattery, a lovely big farm with horse stabling and kennels, cats live in the house, nice chap greets us and Bolly is relaxed, so off to make the Eurotunnel booking. Hurrah!
We weren't to know what problems may come, see next episode.