The sun only shone only intermittantly through rafts of grey clouds and the wind was chilly from the Northeast. Leaving our wild mooring near Chazelles we carried up the river Saone. Lots of boats were moored at Seurre, both in the big offline basin and on the short finger pontoons at ninety degrees to the river. Up Seurre, the last of the big locks, with several small cruisers and on to a 10 kms stretch of canal. Several black kites searched our wake for fish and the first cormorant we'd seen for ages struggled to take off from the canal alongside us. The river up as far as St Jean-de-Losne had been straightened for large capacity barges to access the silos and quays there. We picked up diesel to top up our central heating fuel tank at 67c a litre from the fuel barge in St Jean-de-Losne, then searched for a mooring. Gaps on the stepped quay weren't long enough for us so we tied on a pontoon by a campsite which we found was available free of charge for 72 hours. Mike went off on the moped to collect the car from Fragnes.
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