16th June – Monday–Pornichet to Ile d’Yeu

33 miles and 6 and a half hours sailing.  The weather was sunny and windy, just lovely, not too sunny that we needed the canopy and windy enough to sail for a few hours.

I spoke to the harbour master on the phone – IN FRENCH – and booked us a mooring for the night prior to departure.  I then radioed on Channel 9 as advise on our arrival – IN FRENCH.  We were told to go to berth ‘ECHO 28’ in perfect English, went to moor up.

It is always a treat trying to spot the number on the jetty before you pass it and not after. They are not always very well marked.

Ile d’Yeu appeared on the horizon as we sailed to it and looked lovely even before we landed.  It is the first place so far that has had terracotta roofed houses and gave the impression of a Mediterranean destination.

The marina was around the corner in a separate dock to the Fishing boats which were picture perfect and very well cared for.  The outer most dock held the ferry boats and formed the picturesque harbour front of Port Joinville.

The Marina had good free facilities and was 20.90 Euros per night.

17th June – Tuesday

Walked to the other end of town and purchased a 30 Euro sim card for the spare phone. 

We ate out at a harbourside bistro, I had Moules and Frites and Michael had a Pizza.

Found good wifi in a bar and was introduced to ‘Leffe Ruby’, beers answer to Rose Wine.

18th June – Wednesday

Mick got out the folding bikes and we attempted an Island ride.  There are hundreds of bikes on the Island and many hire shops.  Our folding bikes have small wheels, so we were passed by several pensioners on bikes with big wheels.  We took some butties and ate them half way.  Once you have seen one of the houses with the blue shutters you have seen every house on the island, they just come in different sizes, and are eye-wateringly expensive.  Orientation is therefore quite tricky as every street looks the same.  There are lots of street names and the map shows most of them!  The other ‘town’ was nothing more than a few houses and a Tabac.  There were however miles of beaches and we saw 2 decent camp sites, but very few hotels.  Many of the houses are for rent during the ‘season’ July and August.  The books say the prices are going to rise in ‘The Season’.

Popped to the supermarket to top up.  There are 2 supermarkets a ‘Casino’ just off the Promenade across the first crossroads and a ‘SuperU’ at the other end of the harbour hidden a few streets back.

19th June – Thursday

I made a sunshade to cover the cockpit sliding door which is perspex and lets in light but also heat.  I had brought a large piece of plain white drill, which I thought I might need for the quilt which I simply hemmed and it works a treat.

Very hot day, so hid inside for a while until it was cooler.  Good chance to get on with the Work-Shirt Quilt.  I had previously pieced together 25 squares.  Today I joined the 25 large squares in a 5 x 5 pattern.  I had 13 mostly dark and 12 mostly light.  I had drawn it out but the pattern only emerged when it was complete.  The dark squares match up nicely.  I now have to find a large piece of cloth, maybe another sheet to make the back.  Linen-ware seems to be expensive here, need to find the french Dunhelm Mill.

Meanwhile Mick was planning our next route and reading.  Alot of time is spent planning routes from place to place.  Especially as we keep changing our minds, or getting wind of a good destination.  The number of British boats we are encountering is getting fewer.

Lovely walk around town at 16.00 and had Ice Creams.  There are more small shops in little streets behind the harbour, including a french vintage shop and a fabric shop selling all the lovely lace blinds we have seen in all the house windows.  There was also a Artisans co-operative selling the hand-made things people make on the Island.  You would really need something to pass your time if you lived here, as there is little except shops, restaurants, bicycles and boats.

20th June – Friday

Reluctantly leaving this pretty place, for Les Sables D’Olonne, the home of the Vendee Globe sailing race.

13th June – Friday–Lorient Cont… and Pornichet

Walked to huge Supermarket l’Eclerc, approx 20 minute walk in blistering heat.  Need to buy a Cool Bag Rucksack.

Walked past the Submarine Pens created and used during WW2, they are impressive, but a bit of a eyesore.  Wonder what they could be made into or used for?  The Ghost ship in the foreground is quite a common site.  We have seem them in many places so far.  Artists and photographers seem to like their ‘rustic charm’.

I would come back to Lorient, but would like to try the Port Louis Marina.  Kernevel has no water bus stop and nothing much in the way of a town, unless we missed it.  That can be a problem, you arrive somewhere and have to orientate to find food etc, the shopping areas are not signposted and you sometimes really have to ferret them out.

14th June – Saturday – To Pornichet

The sailing at present is mostly motor sailing as we are covering quite a lot of ground.  Meaning we have the sails up but also have the engine on to achieve the 5 knots which will get us to the next place at a reasonable time.  We could sail more but the days would be very long and you may arrive in the dark or at an inappropriate time for the tides, especially as quite a few of our stops are up river estuaries.  So we use the sails alone only when we can achieve 5 knots with the sails.  This is usually for 2, maybe 3 hours per trip.  The wind direction is another element as the boat only sails when the wind is in the right direction.  So often the wind is either in front or behind us.

11 hours sailing today.  08.00 to 19.00.   Does this count as weekend work?  It was very sunny, so we used the canopy and it was so much nicer to ride along in the shade.  Just as we got to Pornichet the wind blew up to 20 knots, so we hung a quick right into the marina and tied up to the first boat we could raft on.  The Marina Dorey turned up quick-smart in his small boat and took Michael to see the berth and then brought him back, whilst I talked to the French man whose boat we had moored against.  He was leaving early doors, so we would have had to move anyway.  We then moved the boat to its new position, and went exploring.

Pornichet is quite a change from the small quiet places we have been to recently.  The marina was large with good facilities, free showers (25.50 Euros/night). The marina has many restaurants and several chandlers and boat servicing outlets.  The bars got quite lively on Sat night and a birth near the shore would have been interesting.  Fortunately we were just out of earshot.

15th June – Sunday – Pornichet

Pornichet seafront looks like Benedorm, but walk a little further and it is a maze of small streets with charming little houses which all have ladies names.  We walked about half way along the extensive Promenade and then cut back through as the town changed name and were pleasantly surprised.

 

As it is Sunday the supermarket was only open til 13.00 so we just managed to get the few things we needed to before it closed.  If you walk out of the marina the first thing you see is a Spar, but look to the left and there is a round market house with every kind of deliciousness, and several small shops.

It would have been nice to investigate Pornichet further, as the other end of the Promenade appeared to have a large town centre, but it was too far to walk at this time of day.

Tapestry – today I started the tapestry given to me by the Craft and Chat group.  I think it is going to take a while.  It is very absorbing, once a plucked up the courage to start it, after much counting and re-counting to make sure I was starting in the right place.

12th June – Thursday – Benodet to Lorient

Lorient was a 35 mile journey from Benodet approx 7 hours.  We left on the morning river ebb tide and after a swift turning manoeuver were leaving this lovely town vowing to return.

We got a call from Keith and Holly who then came out to their beach to wave us off.  We flew a large pink towel to make sure they knew it was us.

The day started sunny and got hotter.  We registered 78 degrees F in the cabin in the mid afternoon sun.  It is the first day after 6 weeks of mixed weather where we can say this is what we came for.  The beautiful blue skies lifted our spirits and another element to the journey revealed itself.

We will have to get used to hot weather, but I AM NOT MOANING.  I REFUSE TO MOAN about the hot weather.  (May live to regret those words).  In true Brit style I had my big blue and white brolly up as the heat hit mid afternoon, to get some shade.

Mick devised a ‘Bimini’ (sun shade) but we will have to dig it out and definitely did not think we would need it so soon.  I believe it is going to be sunny in the UK this weekend too. Yeah.

Lorient has many marinas and reminds me of Plymouth.  We were going to Port Louis which looks like a walled city, but the marina guide turned us away as they were full and pointed us to Kernevel across the channel.

Kernevel is a large marina with good free facilities, and only 18 euros a night.

We had a short walk and ate out on deck again.

9th June – Monday–Camaret–Raz de Sein–Benodet

The Raz de Sein is a test for any sailor.  We spent our time in Camaret consulting various veterans of this trip and received plenty of good advice, and some horror stories.  The issue is that a large part of the 1,000m deep Atlantic, twice a day wants to get through the 20m deep space between the mainland and the Ile de Sein, a small island approx 3 miles from the mainland.  Due to the Rocks around the island a circumnavigation would mean a large detour.  There is a 15 minute time slot twice every 24 hours and obviously everyone wants to be there in the daylight, so everyone who has been waiting in Camaret charges like a bunch of leemings to the same spot for the same time.

It was like Monday morning on the M6, no it wasn’t, but it was the yachty equivalent.  At least 30 yachts left Camaret over a 1 hour period from approx 10.00am to finely tune their arrivals to the Raz by 14.00.  Our most skilled veteran advised 50 minutes before High Water Brest as the best time to be abeam (at the side of) Le Plat (Stone Pillar Cardinal Buoy – a strategic point in the Raz).

As everyone’s boats are different and go at different speeds and slightly different directions to the wind, we ended up in a line (like ducks) in a very orderly manner through the passage. 

 

The weather forecast was for 3s and 4s with slight showers.  It rained from 11.00am until approx 15.00.  Big splodgey drops, in France rain is called ‘Pleut’ it is said ‘Plur’, repeat this word to understand what the rain sounded like for many hours.  The swell is worth a mention as many sailors comment on its height and rolling waves, they have obviously never sailed in Hartlepool basin.  There was a swell and the waves were 3-5m high, but we only lost sight of half a sailing yacht as opposed to a whole tanker in Hartlepool.

It fined up in the afternoon and we came into Benodet in lovely evening sunshine and finally moored up in the Benodet marina at 20.45pm.  The course into Benodet is well marked and has lighthouse type structures as the leading lines to navigate by.  You enter past the town and it’s many beaches.

I cooked chicken stew to celebrate our 11 hour trip and fell into bed exhausted and relieved.

We had intended to go to St Evette, but we were passing there by mid afternoon and it seemed a shame to cut the journey and take a mooring when we could go to the marina at Benodet.

10th June – Tuesday – Benodet

Big rest day, walk to supermarket ‘Carrefour’ along the river bank.  Quick walk into town later (15 minutes to centre).

Benodet Marina is clean and well run.  The shower tokens are obtained from the office and are free, but the shower timers are brief.  The marina fee was very reasonable.

Benodet is an affluent town, with large houses and hotels.  The centre does not have many shops but a walk along the beachfront will provide clothes shops, cafes, restaurants and ice cream parlours.  There is a ferry to take you to the other bank of the river, which ultimately leads to Quimper.

11th June – Wednesday – Benodet

Julian Dunn’s Big Birthday.  Spent the morning writing an Ode to Julian.  He is the loveliest man and we are sorry not to be there to celebrate with him, but we are sure the rest of the family will do him proud.

Mick went out for bread and then after lunch we went for a walk out of the town on the beachfront, just meandering, taking piccies, having a sit etc, when we had a ‘Sliding Door/Butterfly effect’ moment.  We have a friend/old work colleague called Keith Bottomley who is married to the lovely Holly.  He has always had large Jaguar cars with his initials in the reg.  Well actually, jokingly, his would be initials, should he be knighted.  So they are ‘SKB’ and variations on the theme.  We had just stopped a lady to take our picture (below) and had turned around to go back to town, when we saw a Jag going into a complex, I said ‘Oh Look Sir Keith Bottomley’, Mick said ‘It could be him he was coming to France this month’.  So after a bit of deliberation we quickened our steps and the car stopped just past the main gate.  Mick walks up and Keith says ‘Bonjour’, thinking he was French, then Mick said ‘Don’t give me Bonjour it’s me’.  We were all quite taken aback for a few minutes.  The number of linked decisions which got us to that point on that day were immeasurable, Keith had only stopped the car to buy some bread otherwise we would have lost him.  His holiday should also have been two weeks ago.  We also have to mention this in the blog, he refused a drink as he was not feeling well.  A WORLD FIRST.

We had tea out on deck and stayed out until 10.00pm reading, we have not done that in England for more than 7 years.

7th June–Saturday–Camaret Cont…

Guess who appear to moor their boat here.  The french sailing veterans, whatever we think you have to admire them for still sailing and enjoying life.

We are stalled in Camaret await good weather for the notorious Raz De Sein.

Coastal walk today, the cliff path leads to a huge lighthouse and passed a remote campervan site with a dramatically beautiful view.

It is said by the locals that there is a yacht highway from Brest to Camaret and the Saturday onslaught of boats held testament to this fact.  We had visitors in the form of two french ladies who rafted their boat against ours tonight.  Their husbands do not like sailing so they are happy to help each other enjoy their sport.  We helped them raft and in return they invited us for a drink.  They had grown up families and were keen sailors with many years experience.  They introduced us to ‘Laughing Cow Cheese Cubes’ (a bit smaller than on OXO cube) which come in all sorts of flavours, eaten with small biscuits.  Their boat was called ‘Brizenn’.  We expected another night of footsteps across the boat, but they had brought a car and were driving back to their homes in Morgat to host dinner parties.  Nights like this make me wish we spoke better french.  They also left very quietly the following morning.

Made beef stew tonight in the pressure cooker.  We watched France has got talent, or something very similar, which featured a lady and a dancing chicken just like Pudsey!!

8th June – Sunday

A car boot type market appeared today, which extended the full length of the Promenade.  It’s good to know that the French trade in really ugly old pottery too.  Mick got an end for the hosepipe, big spender.

I have finished 25 x 9 patchwork squares.  Made Risotto with the leftover Stew Gravy, yum.

Bought a 10 Euro subscription to the WiFi provider Netabord.  We are told it will work all the time we are in France.  Wish we had bought it in Aber Wrac’h.

Camaret has been a good stopping point, let down only by the poor marina facilities.  25 Euros per night and you have to pay 2 Euro to have a very short shower in less than pleasing surroundings.

6th June – Friday - D-Day 70th Anniversary

70 years ago today my father James William Proud came to France in a landing craft as part of the D-Day landings.  He was 19 years old and this was his first experience of war.  He had spent the beginning of the war as a member of the Home Guard (a version of private Pyke from Dad’s Army) with his father, my granddad, who had served in the first world war.  They were armed with brush handles and spent many hours on Hambledon hill in Hapton, nr Burnley watching out for the enemy.

His father obviously did not encourage him to join up as he himself had experienced war and was in no hurry for his son to experience it.  But Jim being Jim was desperate to join as did so as soon as he reached 18 years old.  He then spent months in the south of England and at various camps learning to be a soldier, and what no one knew, waiting for D-Day.  He spoke of time learning bridge building with the Royal Engineers and did various courses including first aid. 

The younger photo was taken at a local photographers on his first leave after basic training.  His mum could not believe how he had grown in the 12 weeks he had been away.  The truth was it was the first time in his life he had eaten 3 meals a day, even the canteen staff commented how much bread he was able to shift.  Many Lancashire families were very poor and his family were no exception.

He said the landing craft were very rocky and many of the men were sick, he was actually glad to get off.  He did not go into great detail of what he saw, we can only image the horror.  He landed at Sword beach and from there they progressed quickly to Caen, which was a major bridging point which needed to be captured.  Of the 300 men in his original regiment the South Staffordshires, the 30 remaining were transferred to the Gordon Highlanders, with whom he spent the rest of the war.  He was given a field promotion to Corporal during this time.

However traumatic these times were he did look back on them as some of the best of his life and made a life long friend in Ken O’Brien who he was in touch with all their lives.  He went onto Palestine after the war where he learned to drive a motor bike and then Heavy Goods Vehicles, which gave him his livelihood for most of the rest of his working life.

As many of you know, he was a challenging older person, but Mick always said ‘Who are we to tell him what to do, after what he went through he can please himself’. 

Jim Proud – 1925 to 2010

3rd June –Tuesday–Aber Wrac’h to Camaret

Again a weather window presented itself so off we go.  Started at 10.30 and arrived at Camaret at 16.30.
The highlight of this journey was the passage through the Chenal Du Four which according to the pilot books can be quite a challenge.  Like the French version of Lands End, it being the Western most tip of France.  The sea runs between the mainland and the Isles of Ouessant

The channel is very well marked and although we made several waypoint changes the trip was far less eventful than anticipated.
I steered for most of the day, it started out cloudy and after about an hours rain we had a clear sail to Camaret, passed the lighthouse at Point de St Mathieu, with its ruined Monastery and Radio Station clearly visible from the sea.

Camaret has been a big thing in Mick’s head as a port of call during the planning stages of this trip and a small dream came true as we headed into port.
Camaret is a small fishing town, twinned with St Ives.  It has a sizeable community of Artisans in all kinds of Arts and Crafts, who live in the tiny back streets and alleyways.

Walked to the supermarket and round the splendid harbour-side chandlery.  Looking not buying as quite expensive, but great snoop shopping.
On returning, we heard a commotion and a thud, guess who?  Last of the Summer Wine the Return.  Their family had already arrived, but at this point they all left quickly.  A couple of hours later the elders returned for another attempt.  Mick stood on our boat as they skimmed passed on their first try, one actually shaking his hand on the way past, another clumsy pirouette and two more attempts at the pontoon and they were in.  Quite a meerkat crowd had gathered by this point. 
5th June – Thursday
Washing and Cleaning while Mick collected Diesel in cans.  He uses a trolley to take the empty can to the Supermarket petrol station as it is cheaper than at the Marina.  Unfortunately his trolley took a trip of its own into the water, and we were not able to retrieve it.  The marina is 15m deep at high tide and still 10m at low tide.  Oops.  This is our first big loss, I have watched a few pegs sink and my washing now has many pegs to make sure it does not go the same way.
Watched a very good TV programme of D-Day in colour, did not understand much but the pictures were amazing.  We are trying to watch French news programmes as like Sky in the UK they have a written commentary below.  We find it much easier to read French than understand the spoken word, but like babies we are trying to listen as much as possible and soak up some snippets.  Supermarkets make life easier as the items are identifiable and we understand enough to make out how much to pay at the end.
We asked the man who collects the money at the marina (a bit like a bus conductor) if there was wifi.  He looked as us strangely and then said ‘Ah WeeFee’, its only a vowel but it is amazing how different they can make it sound.