Homps at last

Our destination on our canal voyage is the small town of Homps. We went under our last small, nerve-wracking bridge and our last lock and were blown here by 34kph winds. It certainly made steering a challenge for Bill, but we are safely tied up in the Le Boat yard in the middle of town and about to go to the pub for lunch and a drink.

So the end of this part of our trip, from Castelnaudary to Homps along the canal, a taxi to Narbonne and then we hop onto a train to Barcelona. But another night of frivolity has seen us each write a verse ... I know it is bad, but it gave us a laugh...

Canal du Midi

As we sailed along the Canal du Midi

We all felt a little bit weirdy,

We took on the first lock

And all got a shock

We Made It!

And it wasn't that easy.

We cruised to our first bridge,

My bowels were a squidge,

Once through....

I regained composure,

And looked forward to my next Adventure.

True to form, Di cooked up a storm

Cacciatore, schnitzel and gravy,

Great for our men from the Navy,

And brought happiness to all until morn.

We manned the ropes,

Threw them, looped them, held them tight.

As the water drained out

We were locked in for the night.

But each evening we moored,

Ate, drank and thanked the lord. 

Three tarts from Le Bugue,

Thought the adventure was huge.

The weather was shit,

But we did not quit.

We just got stuck into the booze.

Bill skippered Le Boat from beginning to end,

On his skills (or lack of) the crew did depend.

Our destination Homps,

Was reached before stumps

And so my friends, this is ... 

The End