Châteauneuf-sur-Sarthe – Briollay
17 km, 1 lock
Together with the hire company also the water taps at the harbour in Châteauneuf have disappeared.
Which is bad, as we have had an incident last night. I woke up amidst a dream in which I was wondering, why the IO was washing the dishes in the middle of the night. I realised that the IO was fast asleep, but the sound of the fresh water pump clicking in and out was real…
I can get up very quickly if I have to. Inspection showed, that the non-return-valve that feeds the cold water to the Truma heater has sprung a leak. Water seeping out on the floor. For now we just dumped the contents of the water tank into the river and went back to bed.
Considering the options in the morning, it is realised that there really is no need for the combined water and blown air heating. The “cold” water in the tank is somewhere around 27°. Enough for a shower. And who ever would attempt to turn on the heater would be keelhauled anyways. Thus a wooden bung is made to fit the feeder pipe, banged in and secured with a jubilee clip. This repair will last till the end of the holidays without any loss of comfort.
But we are still in need to refill the tank. There is a fresh water tap in the lock. So we ask the locky to open the gates for us and fill up. She is very friendly and happy to oblige.
There are plenty of little canals cutting through the islands. Overgrown with waterlilies and frogbit.
We take about two hours to circumnavigate a few of the islands. Returning to ARGO, the local farmers are using their brand new ferry to get cattle to one of the islands. So while we have a light lunch, entertainment is catered for.
Thus we arrive in Briollay. By now it is well above 40°. We spend the afternoon on the commons by the river seeking some shade under the trees. Mad, really mad..