After breakfast with Phil and Terrie, we hit the road, with the intention of driving back by the side of the Canal de Garonne through Pont le Sables. However, a couple of hundred metres along that road, the way was blocked by a fallen tree (strange that just last night I was telling Phil how I usually carry an electric chainsaw in the ute with me back home, for just this sort of situation). The emergency crew had arrived, but they didn't have a chainsaw! So they told us that we would have to turn around and go back the way we came, while they waited for back-up support. But that was easier said than done, as it was a narrow road and we were in a campervan. However, we found a little section that was a little wider than the rest, and I did a three-point turn in the van, and headed off in the other direction. I was very impressed with the manoeuvrability of the van. I now understood the value of a shorter wheelbase and a long rear overhang.

We then headed for the Buzet Wine Co-operative, where we arrived just before the lunchtime closure. Since we had run out of ballast for the barge, we did a little wine-testing to be sociable, and then stocked up with a few dozen bottles of Rouge, Blanc and Rose. But my favourite sight at the Co-Op is where the locals buy their wine, at the wine bowsers, directly into their own containers. Can't beat the price; 2.60euro/litre for Rouge and 1.70euro/litre for Rose!!

After the Co-Op closed for the obligatory lunch break, we headed down to the Buzet Port, where we had lunch in the park, and then went for a walk around the two Buzet port areas. Not too much has changed, including the deck area where I famously went for a swim with my bicycle. Ten years later, they still haven't painted a white line along the edge of the upper deck!

We then returned to the Moissac Aire, where we had decided to wait for the arrival in the post of the electronic TollTag from Vinci to be able to use the express lane at the entry and exit gates of the tollways. In using the tollway to go to and from Coussans, I had realised the value of such a TollTag, since the toll gates have credit card payment slots at two heights; one for cars and one for trucks. But the car slot is too low for the van and the truck slot is uncomfortably high for the van, especially when you have to enter sufficiently far away from the slot to avoid bashing your wing-mirrors on the toll payment box.

While I caught up on emails in the afternoon, Rita went to a singing session with her Moissac music friends. Soon after she arrived home, it started to rain, so we had dinner in the van and then played Yahtze inside to the pitter-patter sound of rain on the roof.