Friday 27 July - 2nd coat, landslip, Sunbeam, French artists, rain, Lozats, moon

I was up again at 0700h to give the cabin roof a second coat. Although the second coat used far less paint per square metre, I ran out about halfway through - something to keep me occupied later in the year to finish it off when I get some more International paint. As a result, I was finished by 1000h.

We then did some pan practice for an hour or so, before it got too hot downstairs and we had to stop. Rita then cycled off for a swim at St Nicolas de la Grave, while I cycled off a while later to go find the land-slip that had closed the road to Agen near St Nicolas de la Grave. I soon found the Road Closed signs and went past them until I found the land-slip. The nearby houses looked to be in quite a precarious situation, but no one seemed to be living there at the moment. While I was walking around the site, a Police car arrived and I started making up a story in my mind about being an Engineering Professor interested in land-slips, in case they asked me what I was doing there. But I waved to them as they arrived and left, and no questions were asked!

After I finished my engineering inspection, I then cycled over to the beach at the Confluence of the Tarn and the Garonne, and saw that the circus boats had moored up and were running a circus class for the kids in the park.

That evening, we went up to the Sunbeam for Friday drinks, and I got talking with English couple Brian and Nicki who were in Moissac for a week as boat sitters for a friend of theirs. They seemed totally seduced by the social atmosphere in the port. A number of French artists who had prepared works for the upcoming Fetes were also at the Sunbeam, but the language barrier kept the Anglos and the French separated for most of the night. Although I had seen nothing in the forecasts, there was talk of rain overnight among the bargees, so I left early to replace the dogbox which I had removed to do the painting yesterday.

As I was sitting on the rear deck with a cool breeze, the Lozats arrived with Raphael's dad. They had come down to the river to get a good view of the “blood moon” eclipse that was scheduled for tonight. We talked for a while and they were about to leave, when we turned around and saw the moon peaking above the horizon.

Later in the evening I managed to get a poor quality photo of the blood moon, with Mars under and to the right, but it paled into insignificance with a time-lapse photo I saw on the internet the following day from someone in Brisbane.