Showing posts with label France. Show all posts
Showing posts with label France. Show all posts

Tuesday, August 1, 2006

La Trinite & Carnac, Iles Houat & Yeu, La Rochelle, August 2006

Two weeks into our trip and we are still in holiday mode. We went for a cycle tour along the waterfront to Carnac, a huge holiday resort with enormous sandy beaches, zillions of restaurants, bars and tourists. We continued through the town and out along the route that takes you past most of the ‘Alignements’.
These are menhirs or prehistoric standing  stones, predating Stonehenge and numbering over 2000. They stand line upon line running roughly NE/SW. No-one knows whether these were for astronomical measurements or territorial markers, but they are very impressive.

Back at La Trinite we picked up washing from the laverie- found we’d well ripped off and it cost much more than we anticipated – from now on its laundry in a bucket!

In the morning we nipped up to the Capitanerie to pay our bills and found it was market day, so we had a quick visit. Not having time to look around and compare prices we spent loads of money. Not surprising, as the stall-holders have a never ending supply of tourists to rip off and we are not yet streetwise enough to negotiate or compare prices. Anyway it was a valuable lesson learned, and a hot sunny morning with a force 4 wind blowing so we were happy to slip our lines and head out to sea again, away from cars, tourists and rip-offs.
We had a fantastic sail into the Gulfe de Morbihan – a huge inland sea ( a bit like Poole Harbour) with about 60 islands. 30 of these are owned by film stars, some are holiday resorts and some are uninhabited. The navigation around the islands was tricky, but good fun and we anchored for the evening in a beautiful bay off the Ile d’Arz. We cooked up the last of our frozen food from the UK and gazed out over a sailing playground. There are thousands of people sailing here, it seems that everyone in South Brittany must own a sailing boat and be out on it every day. Despite this there is plenty of room for everyone and our anchorage was certainly not crowded. We would thoroughly recommend this area to anyone who sails- it would be relatively easy to enjoy some time here in a 2-3 week break – bring (or buy) a detailed chart of the bay to make the most of it.

After dinner we went up to the village called The Bourg for a nightcap – at about 10pm there were just enough people in the pleasant bar to make it lively but not packed.
Ile d’Arz, and no doubt the other holiday islands, have something for everyone, and a laid back holiday feel, much like the Isles of Scilly, full of well dispersed holiday accommodation, but retaining it’s character and dignity.

Next morning, after a swim, we went for a walk right around the island and then headed off for an evening sail to one of the small islands about 10miles off the Brittany shore – hoping that no-one else had discovered it yet! Wishful thinking!

Stuart put his fishing gear together, so the pressure was on him to perform. Steph had a backup plan for dinner, just in case.

As we approached Ile Houat we were astounded to see the number of masts in the anchorage. We had previously decided against the small harbour as it could be like the last Island harbour so we browsed the chart for an anchorage that might be a bit more secluded. Well, We have never seen so many boats at anchor in one place – Studland beer festival just comes no-where near! To be fair the bay was huge (Treac’h er Gourhed) and we anchored in shallow water about ½ mile from the beach. A swim would have been great, but for the thought of 239 boats that we could see, (Stuart counted them) most of which would be without holding tanks!

Ile Houat and it’s neighbour Ile Hoedic were really beautiful and in settled weather outside of July/August they would be well worth a longer visit. The water was crystal clear and we could see the bottom some 5 to 6 m down.

We moved on the next day, and anchored off Ile d’Yeu. This looked like a fascinating island, not even mentioned in the Rough Guide. We passed the remains of an old castle perched on the edge of a cliff, and some tiny anchorages, no more than a crack in the cliffs, where a handful of brave yachts were anchored in amongst the rocks. Without local knowledge we headed for a safer option described in the pilot book– Anse de Vieilles. Again, lots of yachts and we were a long way out.  We ate the fish that Stuart caught – probably a bass. It was a reasonable size fish and must have been strong as we were doing more than 5 knots when he took the bait.
Steph flapped about as much as the fish when Stuart tried to put it on the cockpit floor to do his dastardly deeds to it. Stuart and fish were sent up to the foredeck until it resembled something that might be served in a restaurant!
Stu's first tiddler
Our plan to explore Ile D’Yeu the next day was foiled by a fine breeze popping up, that was just too good to miss. So we upped anchor and set off south towards La Rochelle. We are keen to spend as much time in the Spanish Rias as possible, and getting to La Rochelle is a milestone that we wanted to reach as soon as possible.
We arrived at low water, too low for us to risk entering the shallow entrance, so we anchored off the port and spent a very uncomfortable night rolling from side to side in the tide.
An early start the next day rewarded us with a place in the Minimes marina, which appears to have everything – shorepower, wifi and free tricycles for shopping. We walked up to the old town – very busy as the QE2 was visiting.
It is a fascinating city with well preserved 18th century timbered houses lining the main shopping centre. We had a walk around the ramparts and the old port – a real lively atmosphere. The weather is perfect, sunny with a warm dry breeze.
We have a day or two of work to do sorting out various bits of the boat that need improvement. There are 4 chandleries within ½ mile, so this seems the ideal time to get on with a few chores.  It is all hard work really!!

First on the list was a trip up the mast to remove the wind speed sensor/ paddle for overhaul as it had stopped working and afterwards another trip  up to re attach it. This just delayed the worst of the jobs, dismantle the loo pump which had become chocked up with calcium, this requires disconnecting and removing the pump to the pontoon for disassembly and cleaning and replacement of a valve or two. It is a smelly and disagreeable job but the reward is a toilet that works better and doesn’t blow back (I’ll leave that to your imagination). These jobs plus washing the sheets in a bucket and drying in the wind, took most of the day, A mooch round the bars is required before the night is at an end.

Great Place in the evening. Street entertainers all over the sea front and crowds of spectators. Good atmosphere. We will be back there tonight as well.  Today was shopping day. Veg and fruit from the Market then Lunch and back to the boat to unload before a trip to the chandelery to replace some spares used. ( no use there wound up ordering them from the UK). Then we borrowed a crazy sort of a tricycle thing with a box arrangement on the front, terrible brakes and horrible to steer, Rode the thing to the supermarket, about 1 ½ miles away and stocked up. The ride back, fully loaded was not for the unfit or the faint hearted . 50 Kg of out of control beer and bog rolls at rush hour, in the city traffic kept me on the edge of the seat ready to jump at any moment. Back now and looking forward to a well earned meal out to say farewell to La Rochelle.
La Rochelle transport


Friday, June 30, 2006

Isle de Groix and La Trinite – South Brittany, July 2006



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.

Thursday, June 22, 2006

Better a bad day on the water, than a good day in the office…..July 2006



Moved aboard – with our worldly goods waiting to be stowed.
Hopefully the last crossing of the English Channel reminded us of what the English Channel can provide. Within 2 hours we were surrounded by an electrical/thunder storm of proportions we have rarely seen up-close to date. We expect to see more and worse, but it was enough to remind us to head for warmer climes.
Numerous sheets of lightening and forks danced around the flattened sea. Visibility ahead reduced to zero, and the rain fired into the sea as if from a fire-hose above us. We saw the storm on the radar screen as a big black horse-shoe cloud approaching us, but it was too late to avoid it, so we headed for the narrowest point and put the VHF and GPS in the oven (supposedly a faraday cage – but no-one is sure if this helps!).
We thought that being hit by lightening would not be an auspicious start to our adventures, but it had an element of excitement!

We heard the same day that possibly the same storm hit our home yacht club at Poole. One strike hit a racing dinghy on the water, and another hit the race hut taking out the electronics. Perhaps we were in the right place at the right time, but it does seem that lightening doesn’t automatically seek out the tallest metal pole in the vicinity as we are all taught to believe.

English weather, and what a thunderstorm looks like on radar.
The rest of the trip was mundane, across the shipping channels and nearing Alderney Stuart caught a glimpse of a whale (possibly a minke) and a basking shark, but Steph thinks he was hallucinating.
Alderney - yuk
Another rolly night at anchor in Braye harbour, Alderney, saw us heading off early to St Peter Port, Guernsey. A comfortable sail and anchoring in the bay south of the marina (Havelet bay), provided a gentle rolling home for the evening. Everything was shut except the hospitable Guernsey Yacht club, which suited us just fine.  Monday morning and time for a last quick stock-up from M&S. Some spare oil from the engineers and we were on our way in a flat calm for Treguier, on the North Brittany coast.
Treguier entrance is a long straight approach down a buoyed channel and rewards the weary traveler with a picturesque anchorage under the chateau, just before the marina and delightful village.

Dinner on board with a falling tide, and then a re-anchoring manoeuver at 11.00pm resulted in us discovering a broken throttle cable. We spent a hot sunny morning emptying the huge aft locker for access and 3 hours later the cable was replaced with the last minute spare we had picked up at 4.30pm on the Friday before departure.

A trip to the legendary chandlery in Treguier resulted in the first time that Stuart has not bought anything there – (a sure sign that we are overloaded!) A wonderful meal that evening of wood-fire baked potatoes, salad, chips, lamb kebabs, oysters and crème caramel for 13euros.  Excellent value, if you could overcome your prejudices about restaurants with pictures everywhere of St Bernard dogs – Well it was called the Restaurant St Bernard!
Wednesday, 07.30 departure after Stu had a quick dip to clear the propeller of weed. Followed by 18 hours of motoring in no wind, albeit plenty of fog.
Chanel du Four  - visibility 30-100meters, wet and chilly at midnight. Despite an aversion to relying on GPS (satellite navigation) it was a delight to have it help us along with the radar through this famous passage, renowned for strong tides and big swells. Steph faultlessly navigated blindly from the chart table and Stu steered as directed peering out into the gloom and intently watching the radar.
We arrived Camaret at 02:00 and anchored outside the harbour for a well-deserved sleep.

In the morning we moved to the marina for fuel and water. Diesel was a shock at 1.3euros per litre – twice the price of the UK. No duty free red diesel for yotties here from now on.
In the only internet café in town we met up with Paul and Val from Brighton on a diversion from a passage to La Coruna, on their racy Sigma 400 ‘Intemperance’. With these two, we have met our match in the ‘drinking under the table’ challenge. It was touch and go for a time, but I think we saw them off at about 04:00 after they finished our secret weapon – a bottle of Thai rum!
The trouble with marinas, is that once in, you can’t leave – first the hangover, then a forecast, then the rain, the company, the lure of cafes, restaurants and an internet café.
So we didn’t leave until 3 days later, after paying our bill for our first mooring costs (75euros for 3 nights).

Chenal du Four – a better day dawns

Raz du Sein
Next stop, after a gentle motor through the infamous Raz du Sein (pah – we’ve seen more tide and whirlpools in Poole Harbour entrance!) Bright blue sea, sky and bright sun, although a bit of a chilly air, lunch in the cockpit, followed by a lovely sail. We decided to make the most of the wind and continued to Benodet, South Brittany.
Lovely town, if a bit twee, and a little over-hyped by the pilot guides. We walked round and through it 3 times before believing we had seen it all. We found a convenient visitors mooring buoy at 20 euros per night ( next to the marina at 30E per night).
On Monday we attempted a cycle. We took the fold up bikes ashore in the dinghy and set off for historic Quimper. After a 5km ride along the busy main road we decided to take a break at a tiny restaurant/tabac. Steph’s crap French resulted in a full-on menu (9E for 4 courses) instead of a quick snack. This fortunately included a very large bottle of wine, as very soon the heavens opened and the trip to Quimper didn’t seem so inviting anymore.
After stuffing ourselves on the best meal so far, we decided to venture out in-between rain showers to try and find a track along the ‘most beautiful river in Brittany’. We found one track with a warning of roches glissantes. We thought this was just the job and set off along the high tide mark, with several intrepid French ramblers. They weren’t joking about the slippery rocks, there was also slippery sand, slippery gravel, stinky mud, and seaweed and bitey things if you stood still, and also more rain.
Benodet
Another 5km in a direction away from the boat we found a small village (closed) and a main road back to where we started.
Defeated and soaked, we packed the foldups away in more rain, and took them back to the boat, balanced precariously on top of the dinghy.
Back ashore for a hot shower, followed by enormous and delicious crepes at the aptly named Creperie de Benodet, we finished our evening at a harbourside bar regarding the sea through misty plastic windows.
Clearly we need to hurry further south to escape the clutches of the English summer!

PS – Just one internet café to date – don’t feel neglected if you haven’t received an email!