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I forgot to say yesterday that a
young man came to take our lines as we tied up and asked “Haven’t you been to
Ieper?”
“Yes”, we replied, “last year”.
“I remember you”, he said, “I am the
lock keeper on the canal”.
“Nico”, I said, as I recognised
him. How amazing that he remembered us,
he must see hundreds of boats every year.
His wife is now the harbourmaster in Veurne.
We had arranged with the bridge
keeper to be at the bridge at 9.00 this morning so we left the mooring at 8.50
and as we approached the bridge it started opening. He was early.
We ambled slowly along the Canal de
Furnes. At Adinkerke, the closest
Belgian town to the French border, the street along the canal consists of a
long line of shops selling booze and tobacco and petrol stations; lower taxes
in Belgium?
At the border, well we didn’t even
know we were at the border because there was no mention about entering France,
but as we looked back going the other way you will see a big Welcome to
Flanders sign.
Interesting to note, there was a road
block on the road alongside the canal and every car was being inspected.
Nothing on the canal .
Not long after we crossed the border
we started seeing lots of rubbish alongside the canal – you do not see that in
the Netherlands and Belgium!
At the first lift bridge in France you
have to show your papers. We stopped at
the pontoon and went to the office but it is not manned all the time,
especially at this time of year. I
called the number on the door, in my best school French from 40 odd years ago,
and understand the “monsieur” to say he would be there at 13.30. It was only 10.30 - oh well, put the kettle
on, find a good book, settle down and wait.
5 minutes later the phone rang and the nice “monsieur” asked if we were
already at the bridge. Yes. Oh, he said, “j’arrive en trente minutes” (or
something like that) = I arrive in
30minutes. 25 minutes later he was
there. He was very nice, polite, and
patient with my French. He checked our
British SSR registration and asked if we had a vignette (the French waterways’
licence, which we had bought on line before we left home). And asked if we were only 2 people on
board. He didn’t check for hidden
terrorists - or illegal immigrants.
He also opened the next lift bridge
for us – long before we got there. We
are beginning to see some swelling buds and tiny green leaves appearing.
We asked him about the Furnes lock,
which is automatic – what do we do. He
explained that as you approach the lock you pass sensors that trigger the
process: the lock gates will open and we
must enter. Once inside we just press
the button and the process will be completed.
Seemed simple enough, should have been simple enough.
The sensors picked us up, the gates
opened. Where’s the button? Couldn’t see it. Saw a box at the top of a ladder so I climbed
up and pressed the green button. Nothing.
OK, so now what? There was a set
of traffic lights aiming down into the lock and while trying to see what that
was all about Ian noticed that there was a recess in the wall next to the
lights – What’s that, he asked? Aha, blinding
bloody obvious! There it was, a push
button control hanging down.
Problem was we had stopped too far back;
it is hidden in the recessed groove in the wall so you need to go right up to
the lights. There is also a plaque with
instructions, not very big, and very faded.
A lick of red paint would help!
Just after the lock we passed under a
bridge with a bit of hardware hanging down – and not easy to see as you approach
the bridge, we would have hit it if Ian hadn’t swerved at the last moment.
The town of Bergues (or Buggers as
Ian calls it!) is charming. It is an
ancient town behind huge fortified walls.
The canal was built in the 11th century and the town walls in the 13th
century. The mooring is outside the wall
– and no wi-fi signals penetrate that wall! We went into town to buy a Sim card for phone
and internet. Got one from the Free
network but it seems it will take a few hours to activate.
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The route from Veurne to Bergues |
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The swing bridge in Veurne |
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The canal through Verune |
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Rural scene alongside the canal |
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Canal de Furnes |
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Booze and tobacco shops in Adinkerke |
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Aren't they lovely with their great hairy hooves |
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They were very interested in the boat passing by |
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Unploughed fields.... |
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...and ploughed fields |
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Not a breath of wind |
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Crossing the border from France into Belgium |
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Inbetween an ugly duckling and a swan |
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Litter alongside the canal - we must be in France! |
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Ghyvelde lift bridge - first stopping place over he border where you have to show your papers |
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Waiting for the bridge keeper to arrive |
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We're on our way again |
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The very friendly and helpful bridge/lock keeper from the Jeu d Mail Lock |
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The second bridge was open long before we got there |
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A water tower - definitely not modern |
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The sensors at the Furnes Lock |
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The lights and command button hidden in the reccess in the lock |
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The almost illegible instructions |
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We got it right at last and the gates opened to let us out |
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Something dangling under a bridge that we very nearly hit |
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Dunkerque |
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A bridge at the entrance to Canal de Bergues |
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Canal de Bergues |
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Approaching Bergues |
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The old walls of the town |
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The mooring |
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Bergues |
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Not sure about this - does everyone do their washing on the same day? |
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Bergues |
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Njord from the top of the wall |
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