I am nursing cracked ribs, an injury that happened on our last day in New Brunswick. It is on my right side and as I am mostly right handed, this makes for slow healing and leaving most rope handling for Michael.
On the shore of today's section of canal we came upon a heavily laden apple tree. Michael manoeuvred the barge and drove its bow under the tree for easy picking. We had priced apples prior in the supermarkets and found them ridiculously expensive.
Continuing his manoeuvres with boat hook in one hand and picking with the other it resembled an apple dance .
Passing a lady who was vigorously shaking out bedsheets through the open window, wondering what required such actions.
It was teatime and Michael got a stroofwafel, a Dutch carmel waffle, softened by the heat of the tea.