19 May: The world beyond Finisterre
Well, we forfeited lunch at the Petit Pot au Buerre in L’Aberwrac’h for the delights of the Chenal du Four, which we transited without incident, ticking off some lighthouses in the process.
Entrance to Brest. Note that the French Navy needs two lighthouses and a church…
Last time we came through here visibility was down to 500 yards and we were screaming north with the tide in strong winds - good training for Julie in real-time navigation. This time was much more serene and we enjoyed the splendid scenery in some welcome sunshine… if only the temperature would edge up a tad!
Once off Brest, we hoisted our patriotic spinnaker for the first time this year (complete with Harry James’ brand new carbon fibre pole - so easy) and set a course for the Baie de Douarnenez.
Destination Morgat, the town built by Mr Peugeot for his supplicant workforce. With the tide under us we made swift progress and soon gybed under the fine cliffs of Cap de la Chevre, tucking round the corner and heading up into the bay. The shoreline is beautiful: limestone cliffs with some intriguing caves, pine trees, smart houses and the odd goat. The pilot book, rather bizarrely, suggests that Morgat is not a good place in a westerly or north westerly – after all, it sits in the NW corner of the bay. The anchorage, a couple of hundred yards from the marina (we are too big to get in there) seems fine and the sandy beach is backed by something a cross between Weymouth and Looe. Looks a bit closed – perhaps Peugeot are on strike?
We’ll venture ashore tomorrow and report.