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I have visited Carcassonne, Aigue Mort and Sete, and have been bitten by mosquitos by the petit Rhone, where we shared a swimming pool with frogs. Along for the journey would be their faithful whippet named Jim and their course would take them not only along the picturesque canals of Europe, but also on the River Thames and across the English Channel. You meet the French nobody meets poets, captains, historians, drunks, bargees, men with guns, scholars, madmen they all want to know the people on the painted boat and their narrow dog.
You visit the France nobody knows the backwaters of Flanders, the canals beneath Paris, the heavenly Yonne, the lost Burgundy Canal, the islands of the Saône, and the forbidden ways to the Mediterranean. I know nothing about Terry Darlington, so I approached this book unaware of his life and the role in the advertising world that seemed to affect other readers.I found that the level of detail in the book discouraged me from finishing it but that is a matter of personal taste. To tell you the truth, at your age you would probably be better off in a home-you must be a menace to the navigations. Her three children have all reproduced themselves, removing doubts about whether she and Terry are the same species.
They took advise from nautical experts, who told them they would lose their boat and their lives (and, indeed, their whippet Jim). Terry and Monica Darlington are intrepid pensioners who made the surprising decision to sail their canal narrowboat Phillis May, sixteen hundred miles across France and down to the Mediterranean, accompanied only by their whippet Jim.When I saw the book Narrow Dog To Carcassonne, I thought that this would be a perfect continuation for this summer with some wonderful tales of French medieval cities, wineries, the Eiffel tower and perhaps some great food. You go rabbiting in Oxfordshire, tie up among the bankers in the City of London, live among history in Flanders, drift through Champagne, throw a rope around the Eiffel Tower, struggle with hostile life forms in Burgundy, float down the Saone from vineyard to vineyard, get swept along by the terrible Rhone from Lyon to Avignon, dip your toes in the Mediterranean, and sail across inland seas among the flamingos of the Camargue.