It’s 11.00pm - we are sitting in a bar overlooking the harbour at La Trinite-sur-mer, the start of many multihull races French style – big and fast. It’s close to Carnac, famous for its stone formations related to those at Stonehenge. The books tell us that the water is warm and the clearest around. Well, we wouldn’t know yet, as the visibility for the 30 mile trip today never exceeded 1 mile with drizzle and fog. As we arrived it started to clear and tomorrow promises to be much better – apparently it was 32-36 degrees here for the 2 weeks before we arrived!
We went off exploring this evening on our fold-up bikes, as the waterfront restaurants were crammed with tourists. We headed out of town and stumbled across a shellfish&crustacean processing factory with a restaurant above. Laid back atmosphere, lovely views, and of course fantastic fresh cheap seafood. What a find! It’s called Aquaculture Jaouen- just over the bridge above the marina.
The marinas are getting more expensive as we head south – so we will have to start searching out anchorages again. As the weather (hopefully) improves this is not a chore, but an opportunity to stay away from the crowds.
Yesterday we had the best sail yet – force 5-6 from the quarter propelled us along at 7.5 knots all the way – with the tide to help. Big swell from the fronts that have come through, so quite rolly. We lost a shower bag over the side, because it wasn’t tied on. We had chilli and fresh baked bread for lunch on route – yum yum.
The day finished at Isle Groix, Port Tudy. Pictures in the pilot book show it as a quiet little port – busy in season. They weren’t kidding. Two harbourmasters led us into a downwind trap and pointed us to 2 boats that appeared to be tied together. One pushed our bow with his boat and the other pushed the 2 boats apart. Fenders deployed we motored forward and forced them apart to nestle quite comfortably between them. Virtually all French yachts on holiday – a bit like Yarmouth on a busy day only more tightly packed. The difference was that they had all gone to bed by midnight – no noisy parties, and no-one stirred until 09.00 the next morning. The French know about taking sailing at a holiday pace!
Fortunately the ferry driver knew what he was doing, reversing off the quay and turning around to leave the port within a few feet of the moored yachts in very gusty conditions.
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