9 locks, 1 swing bridge, 46 mile, 12 hours 2 overnight stops (each way)
It’s been ages since I have blogged, but we have been having so much enjoyment travelling and what with boat time I really haven’t made the time to blog. I often wonder if anyone is really interested our little lives. The when I don’t blog I get messages asking if everything is OK.
The other problem is that there is too much to share. By this I mean the scenery is stunning, constantly changing and my words or even pictures just don’t do it justice, the towns all have individual character but I’m not really a lyrical person but Deb covers that aspect of things in her blog Avalon Abroard much better than I do and she blogs different things that I would never think of.
So from memory Friday 5th September we were sitting at the mooring in Toul moored up against a rather nice barge when without warning MR arrived. We had expected them on Saturday but it was a welcome surprise all the same.
Once greetings were exchanged we decided to go out for dinner into Toul that evening. We all ordered different things from the La A Carte menu, all was delicious and we all proclaimed our meal was the best choice. The girls managed between themselves to down 2 bottles of the local Rose (vineyard 5 miles away) only here it’s called a Grey.
Our original plan was to spend the W/E with MR then start towards Sillery for our winter mooring. Over dinner we decided to go to Metz with Graham and Jill as we still had plenty of time. This as you will se later turned out to be a good decision.
We all set off for Metz Monday morning MR went ahead and we followed about 1 hour later. There is no point being together in the first part because we can’t both easily fit in the 38 x 5 m locks.
Once down on to the Moselle we turned left this time with the first scheduled stop being a charming and secluded mooring at Liverdun. This hop took us about 4 hours by which time we were only about 10 minutes behind MR.
I took myself off for an exploratory bike ride and found this disused canal. I didn’t see any old locks but there must have been some as this is actually well above the river.
We spoke to a local and I asked about the disused canal but despite living there for most of his life (60ish) he knew nothing about it. Here’s a wiki link.
The moorings at Liverdun are set in a wooded leisure area popular with dog walkers and lots of Boules being played and many picnic tables. They even have sun loungers with great views of the Moselle.
We set of again about 20 minute later than MR just after taking the photos, heading this time for Pont-a-Mousson. The locks here are much bigger so we locking together.
All this river was new and old to us. We had, the previous week, travelled upstream when we journeyed from Nancy back to Toul. This time going downstream we turned left.
Look at the height of the gates and the height of the lock walls here. If you ever doubted that rivers can flood big time, just look at the mooring pegs on the upstream side.
A few deep locks and about 4 hours later we arrived at our mooing for the night. Pont-a-Mosson.
Just under the bridge and to the left were the town mooring. These are them on the way back.
A walk into town saw us all down a few beers and Deb buy another new pair of boots.
At this mooring I deployed the anchor and put out a grapple anchor at the back just in case we were untied as this is a commercial waterway and the big boats go through the night. We most certainly didn’t want to be a floating hazard here. The cast adrift at Nancy has made me a little wiser so it wasn’t a bad thing.
So after a restful night we set off for the final leg to Metz. We lead this time as MR did some pirouetting in the river for a local photographer. NB’s and WBNB’s are a rare sight here.
Not long into the trip and I saw this monster making for the same gap. I decided I could make it through before he got there, but knew MR wouldn’t and at that point they couldn’t see it. I radioed Graham twice but got no reply which I thought strange, only later when Graham asked why I hadn’t warned him did it I find my aerial cable was broken.
I decided to take the pretty route into Metz on the little used Bras Mort de Moselle.
This ends at the town moorings.
Initially I had decided we would moor on the free mooring just in front of the bridge to the right but decided on inspection it was too public and the new overhead walkway looked too tempting for things to be dropped from.
Having taken the lead from other “long” boats we moored end on front in, but we are not designed for safe exit and boarding other than from the side. Despite trying I decided it was not safe and having read the sign could see no reason not to moor alongside which I did. Now going back a bit remember the sign in a previous blog? Here is the tale of why I posted it.
We arrived mid afternoon and as is customary the capitainerie came by about 6.30pm to collect our dues. He told me I had to move my boat so it was end on. I explained this was not safe and there was nothing indicating I should do this. The sign says clearly in 3 languages 1 boat, 1 night 13euro and refused to move it. He took my money but said I would have to move it in the morning.
The next morning we went off into Metz to shop and lunch etc, and arrived back mid afternoon. The capitainerie arrived as if he was in hiding waiting for us. I suspect there is CCTV but I couldn’t see it. Anyhow, he demanded I move my boat to end on or leave. I said I would do neither and offered him 26euro for 2 more nights. He refused my money and again ordered me to move or leave. I insisted that neither was going to happen so he had the choice of taking my fee or not. He said if I didn’t do as he said he would call the police. I said fine.
About an hour later 4,………… yes 4 Gendarmes arrived to tell me to move or leave. One of them spoke good English and I explained the sign to him and once I had satisfied myself I was breaking no law or doing anything that could lead to arrest I flatly refused to move or leave. This went on for about another hour in one way or another until I finally convinced them that I was applying the sign and if the capitainerie wouldn’t take my money I would pay it the next morning at the tourism office. (The moorings are city owned). Once they were convinced I wasn’t moving they left. I do have some good video of some of the events which I will put up once I’m home.
The 4,…………..yes the still 4 Gendarmes then stood for another half hour talking to the capitainerie with lots of pointing and waving in our direction. Then about 7pm along he comes to take our 26euro. He was not happy to say the least. Before he left he amended the sign.
Having read this far I suppose you are wondering what all the fuss is about? Well the capitainerie decided that because we were a “long” boat that we should be charged 3 times the fee for not mooring end on. 39euro a night? I think NOT!
The more observant of you, NO, anyone with half a brain can see the sign has no mention of price per length which is common in many marinas.
This episode both soured and enlivened our visit to Metz. If nothing else it is a tale to tell.
That evening ended up with 8 people on MR for a very enjoyable impromptu curry night with 2 other boats from Australia Peter and Jo and Peter and Joan, then 2 guitars and singing ensued. We left around 10pm, but hear they went on until about 2 am with suitably sore heads from the late nighters the following morning.
Sunday was spent doing more shopping and sightseeing in Metz and a generally lazy day.
We set of on Monday morning leaving MR and saying our goodbyes in Metz as we will probably not be seeing them by boat for a while to come as we are on different routes and we will be going home for winter.
The journey back to Toul was a retrace of our route out and moorings along the way.
At Pont-a-Mousson we met and had drinks aboard Avalon with Helen and Phil. When we arrived at P-a-M there was a fishing match going on. The chap I assume was the marshal started shouting and gesticulating at us. We moored up at least 100m form the last fisherman but clearly this was not enough. I just waved and said bonjour and like a good Britt “ I carried on mooring and kept calm”
The waterways are very quiet. The only other boat we saw this day (Tuesday) was this commercial loaded to the gunwales with coils of steel wire.
After this and all the way back to Toul we saw no other moving boats, or indeed stationary ones with people around. It’s like having a personal waterway.
So that was a 9 day excursion. We drove the to Metz (Ikea) a couple of weeks ago from Toul and it took less than an hour .
We have now done over 500 hours on Avalon of which 300 have been since we arrived at Nieupoort in mid April. A very rough calculation is that we do an average 4mph so based on that we must have done up to 1200 miles so far in Europe.
This brings me nearly up to date. Phew! Sorry its been so long.