Despite the Karaoke going on past one o'clock in the morning, we slept well and woke around 0900h. By then, several boats had left the moorings, including HyBoot, whose crew took a photo of Kanumbra as they left.

We took our time and finally left around 1015h, hoping to get to the little mooring at Port Saint-Pierre before other boats arrived there. While we were cruising along, I read that in the Australian Rugby League semi-finals, Parramatta had defeated Brisbane by 58-0. My late brother and Dad were both Parra fans and I'm sure they would have been thrilled (given Parra's record of poor performances over several years). We reached Port Saint-Pierre just before noon to find it empty of boats, but with a couple of campervans and lots of picnickers on the shore. So we gently eased our way in and tied up at the back of the mooring to stay away from the picnic tables. Our stern was surrounded by some reeds, but our only neighbours were some colourful dragonflies.

Our stern was also just clear of a boatramp, which got some use later in the day.

The boatramp was also a convenient place for swimmers to enter the water, and it was here that I met a couple from Dijon, who had come across specifically for a swim. Rita also met them later and joined them as they went for a late afternoon swim, after which we all sat on the dock enjoying some wine and cheese and talking about Dijon (where Rita is studying) and life in general. As often happens in such situations in France, we got a standing invitation to visit them at their home when we are next in Dijon.

As evening approached, the picnickers and swimmers and speedboats gradually disappeared, leaving the port very quiet. At this stage, Rita and I got our bikes off the boat to explore the local countryside. We rode to the east of the port towards the town of Broye. There was not all that much to see, apart from the usual church, but it was just good to be riding in the fresh air and the late-afternoon sun.

Another boat arrived in the early evening and tied up in front of use, but as evening arrived, the port was very quiet, with just the two boats and a single campervan parked well away from the river. We were surrounded by trees, but the full moon made a brief apprearance in a gap in the tree canopy, as we settled down to a quiet evening of study and blogging.