Up and down the river

Tuesday 31st July 2012

SW F2, with still waters

20NM (Cumulative: 344 NM)

When we got up this morning, it was overcast and trying its level best to rain.  Tiny drops were being squeezed out of the air, and I wasn’t sure whether the rain would come or whether the heat from the land would persuade it to do otherwise.  We were in a quandary about what to do.  Would we go for a walk along the river, head back out to sea or mooch up the river?  Continue reading Up and down the river

A holiday within a sailing adventure

Piriac-sur-Mer – Roche Bernard, Le Vilaine

Monday 30h July 2012

NE F2, with very slight seas, and dead calm in the river.

17NM (Cumulative: 324 NM)

After the grisly weather of yesterday, the skies cleared into the evening and I was confident that we’d seen the back of the changeable weather.  How wrong was I!  The synoptic chart at the Capitainerie was a complete lie! We woke to the sound of rain pouring down on the coach roof.  This wasn’t in the plan! Continue reading A holiday within a sailing adventure

One month since we left Milland…

Sauzon – Piriac-sur-Mer

Saturday 28th & Sunday 29th July 2012

NNW F3-4, with moderate seas at first, then slight in the shelter of land.

29NM (Cumulative: 307 NM)

I was surprised, at one level, when Pete complained about the very disturbed sleep, that we wouldn’t just get up and leave.  The kettle was on!  I knew that today’s passage needed a certain amount of precision in the timing, we had an alarm set after all, so I figured that the scheduled 08:00 departure was a critical one.  It was, more or less.  Continue reading One month since we left Milland…

Be careful what you wish for!

The night of Friday 27th July 2012

One minute you’re happily making supper, a glass of chilled white wine within reach, having showered, washing the heat of the day (and the layers of sunscreen) away.  Next, you hear that the wind has arrived.  A whistling in the rigging, and a slap of the sea against the hull.  Within an hour, the wind had whipped up the sea, so that we were in constant motion.  Continue reading Be careful what you wish for!

The flight of the cruising chute!

Port Tudy – Sauzon, Belle Ile

Thursday 26th & Friday 27th July 2012

W F2 fading to a mere breath, with glassy seas.

20NM (Cumulative: 278 NM)

It amazed me how easily the various boats peeled themselves out of the harbour, without much in the way of raised voice or crunching of gel coat.  The guy on our starboard side wanted to go much the same time as we did – which was more fortunate for him as he was pinned.  Of the five or six boats alongside, only three of us were tied to the mooring buoy behind us.  Continue reading The flight of the cruising chute!

Raguneus – Port Tudy, Isle de Groix

Raguneus – Port Tudy, Isle de Groix

Wednesday 25th July 2012

E F3 fading to a mere breath, with ‘agiste’ seas easing to a glassy calm.

17NM (Cumulative: 258 NM)

I had a bad nights sleep.  Nothing to do with the ‘vente solaire’ that made its first appearance.  If only they could arrive during the day, then we’d have a cracking sail.  No, I was awake for other reasons.  Continue reading Raguneus – Port Tudy, Isle de Groix

Port le Foret – Raguenes

Port le Foret – Raguenes

Tuesday 24th July 2012

Another day of light winds and the most glassy of seas

14NM (Cumulative: 241 NM)

There were many plans devised for the day.  The weatherfax weather was still hailing a E-F5, but I wasn’t convinced.  The meteo at the Marina showed nothing, what winds there were in the morning fading to nothing by evening.  This had certainly played out yesterday.  We’d talked about hiring bikes, exploring the area, but we weren’t sure that it was really an area to be explored.  We decided that we’d go in search of an anchorage. Continue reading Port le Foret – Raguenes

Ste Marine – Port le Foret

Ste Marine – Port le Foret

Monday 23rd July 2012

A mere breath of wind and the most glassy of seas

13NM (Cumulative: 227 NM)

We took advantage of the excellent provisioning in the village of Ste Marine.  The boulangerie sold the most amazing array of bread and patisserie – Pete had walked up there before breakfast the day before, and we knew we wanted to pay them a visit before we left.  They bake a ‘siegle’, a rye bread, which is my perfect loaf.  The loaf has been baked to its limits – any more then it would be burned – but it was crusty, hard and caused echoing crunchiness when I sank my teeth into it.  The interior was so moist, by contrast, the smokiness of the crust permeating the dough.  Heavenly.  Unlike most French bread, it had a life beyond the same day.  There’s also a wonderful deli, close to the port, so we were able to stock up for a couple of nights planned at anchor. Continue reading Ste Marine – Port le Foret