We reach the city of Namur on the junction with the rivers Sambre and Meuse, or Maas depending which country you hale from.
As ever, the free moorings are on a high wall that's not too suitable for a narrowboat and offers little protection from the bigstuff who observe no unwritten courtesy rules. They just steam past, anxious to get to their next port of call. Time's money.
Now very used to being rocked to sleep, we stay several nights here and enjoy the city.