A blowy day that whipped the waters to a slight chop, but nothing Gratis couldn’t handle. Two locks, 60km and plenty of bird song.

This fella made good use of the wind as they tacked back and forth in front if the boat at our night’s mooring.

A quick drink and stretch, then off he went once more.

The sighting of our first stork for the season.

Look at the reaction of the male as he realised numerous boats were coming their way.

Mother remains in the lead, whilst he gradually makes his way back.


It’s time to prepare for crossing.

This silly youngster decided to halt right in front of our path. It took him a while to understand he was in a bit of danger.

Something different in Gent