Well, what a hardship today turned out to be. Having decided to leave for the UK after the dog’s vacination on Monday eve, we have to consume that which will not travel home with us. I had a half bottle of Mumms waiting to be consumed as we entered Strasburg. Unwilling to let it suffer in the heat of a sealed boat for a few weeks, I popped it in the frigo when MWNN had succeeded in assembling the new barbecue and had lit the charcoal with oil flavoured with herbs de provence. The Mumms was at a perfect temperature by the time the porc echine and chipolatas were cooked through. We spent a perfect afternoon under the shade of three willows (the sun umbrella had been blown into the canal during yesterday’s storm). Sipping champagne, moving on to an equally perfectly-chilled Vire Clese (Macon Villages blanc), and eating a wonderful late lunch that ended with some great goat’s cheese for me and Compte (age 18 mois, monsieur) for MWNN. This is what cruising in France should be about all the time!