LOCATION CANOË ÉVASION

I once in the past contacted Raymond, car rental of canoes and V.T.T. It was at in mid-July, my return of Genoa. But as the weather was more suitable for graziers, who fear a drought as soon as we meet three consecutive days of sunshine, with outdoor enthusiasts, I have no other choice than to cancel your reservation. Just before the weekend of August 15th an anticyclone had placed his bags just above France. Evelyne Delliat is formal, the sun would be present and a heatwave would flood the hexagon in days to come, even in Thiérache where are humid climate is famous being a real hell for asthmatic. An opportunity as this could not be represented so early. So i decided to leave the city of Lille every Saturday morning in the green countryside thièrachienne, equipped with flip flops and bathing suit under my shorts I took the road towards Autreppes, a small village located in the heart of the valley of the River oise. The nautical base is announced at the entrance of the city, next to the green road. I presented myself to people under a barnum safe from U.V. The latter consulted a listing where my name appeared. I paid the sum of twelve euros by means of holiday vouchers. Then, threaded life jackets, borrowed plastic can where I locked safe from humidity camera, telephone and other objects that feared water. I seized paddle with the flight, before going for a stroll my kayaks to the river. Me here are parties for a course of ten kilometres between Autreppes and Englancourt in the footsteps of Stevenson, the Scottish author of the famous Dr Jeckyll and Mr. Hyde who used the same waterway that me at this time and wrote on this subject: " The air was pure and soft among all these green fields and all these green things pushed. Nothing that indicates the autumn time. And when in Vadencourt, we embarked on the edge of a small meadow, opposite a mill, the sun bored clouds and homemade glow all leaves in the valley of the River oise, nature that strikes the eye of the homme." more; Unlike the Ardèche, the Verdon Gorges or those of the Tarn, water was not transparent or turquoise blue but muddy with flowery algae and water lilies. Not sufficiently however to prevent me from seeing some fish, some alvin which slipped by to English as soon as I approached them, with my boat. Moorhens, ducks, osprey and some cows that went down from the grazing lands to water in water are the other animals that I crossed during my quiet descent. I even have the opportunity to save a mole walnut, the one who fought in white-water to return to the mainland despite its powerful forefeet. Side of architecture, I see some fortified churches, an old mill and a hydroelectric station. Navigation was easy, water was quite deep, the banks quite far apart let me transport without difficulty, by giving from time to time some blows from paddles to stay in the right direction. In a little more than two hours only, I arrived at the pier of Englancourt where it is enough for me to call so that a shuttle recovered me at any speed. I felt mud and my skin had reddened by an over-exposure in the sun but it is well ease and happy that I regained the starting point. Perhaps the next time, now that I seemed a raftered navigator, dignitary successor of Magellan, Marco Polo or Christopher Columbus, I will at least try a longer crossroads of fifteen kilometres.