Port Louis

Moonbeam
David and Lynn Wilkie
Thu 10 Jun 2010 17:38
 
47.42.663N  003.21.269W
 
Port Louis; Lorient
 
For those of you who think that we are just living a life of lotus eaters let me tell you that the last few days have been a bit " dreich". Also I have a suspicion that the lotuses are fattening.
 
We intended to set off Tuesday a.m but we woke to heavy rain so it was a relatively easy decision to postpone. Besides we had a dinner invitation for the evening. Went to buy stamps at the Poste but it had shut early because the school had shut early. This I discovered in a Franglais conversation- I have discovered that the French lessons of 40 years ago are positively flooding back and I am becoming quite fluid (c'est du vin). Lynn says it is like living with a Frenchman but I think that might be my new aftershave- "Essence de Gauloises". A relaxing day with good walk in l'apres midi then a lovely dinner aboard "Enki IV" with Tony and Liz plus David from " Salvation Jane"
 
Mercredi; having fought off " harbouritis" we left in pouring rain at 08.30; viz poor and could hardly see "Les Moutons" or Ile Glenans; disappointing not to have spent a night there. However we thoroughly enjoyed our stay at Sainte Marine and would recommend it strongly.
 
                  
 
 
 
 Light wind on the nose and a sloppy sea made it a choice between a 6 hour motor or a 10/12 hour tack. Monsieur Yanmar won surprisingly. The day dried late am and we berthed in the marina at Port Louis, Lorient about 14.30. Excellent welcome with a Rib to show us to our berth.
 
    
 
  boats arriving for classic yacht regatta at weekend
 
       
 
        
 
Thursday
Port Louis is nice enough and we thought we might stay a couple of days but this morning's forecast and general weather were such that there was even less incentive to go. We took the Batobus over to Lorient to buy a new deck wash pump ( tres cher!) 
Despite the weather the local kids are having their sailing lessons in oppies and cats and from the screams seem to be enjoying themselves. The ribs rush around like sheepdogs trying the keep the fleet under control.