Kathryn soaks up the sun, culture and fine dining aboard Anjodi on the Canal du Midi

Pootling along at a steady 2-4km an hour, we ambled past pin-neat vineyards bereft of their juicy fruits, wading grey herons stalking their next fishy feast, and tall slender grasses bowing their bulbous flossy heads. We exchanged “bonjours” with fellow boaters and families walking on the tow path. Occasionally, I joined them there and cycled to our next mooring, embracing the peace and solitude.