It was very quiet and dark overnight, so we had a very good sleep, and a sleep-in, at Phillipot Park. In the morning, Rita rode forward to Buzet to do a little shopping and, given our generator situation, to enquire at the main Port de Buzet as to whether we could get a powered mooring there later today. They pointed out that today was a busy day with lots of hire-boats departing, so best for us to come after 1700hr.

While she was gone, I followed the AFL game between the Hawks and the Carlton Blues. And we got them; the blues that is, when they beat us 77-70 and so put a definite end to the season for the Hawks. Hey, there’s always next year. Strange how the Hawks were able to beat the top teams this year, but not the bottom teams. Something to do with the muscle above their shoulders.

In the early afternoon, Rita heard that Valerie and some of her friends would be in the area and wanted to join us on the boat for dinner and a bit of music. So we decided to delay our move to Buzet till tomorrow and stay at Phillipot Park, since we were not sure how the port would react to music being produced on the boat.

While we waited for them to arrive, Rita and I played some petanque near the stage of “The Workers”. It was only fitting that the efforts of the workers of France enabled us to play petanque in such a lovely setting. I won the first game 11-4, but Rita turned the tables when she won the second game 11-3. Given that Valerie & Co were due to arrive soon, we decided to hold the big decider over till tomorrow.

While we waited, I noticed that a bunch of Worker ants were moving eggs across the concrete face of the stage. Given the story behind this park and stage, how very appropriate!  One can almost hear the second ant saying "Bonjour Comrade" to the third ant as they meet.

Around 1900h, Valerie, Susy, Gislaine and a couple of others arrived, and set up on the rear deck for dinner and some singing. This lasted till well after dark, and made for a very French evening.