I have to admit, we were all pretty
tired after our trip from Treguier and a late afternoon on the beach, and I gave
Sarah the opt-out of not setting out again, despite the weather looking
settled, However, she was keen to
push on and get to somewhere where we could stop for a few days, so we agreed to
push on to L’Aber Wrac’h, some 50 miles along the coast, and the last stop
before rounding the corner into Biscay.
They have a nice custom at some of
the French marinas of having the local boulanger come along to the marina in his
van to sell baguettes to the yachties, so at 0800 Sarah was up at the top of the
pontoon buying fresh bread for breakfast.
We then filled up with diesel – 108 litres - the first fill-up since we
re-launched Nutmeg in Shoreham in May.
We seem to average about 2 litres/hour (1/2 gal/hr) and we have 280
litres (63 gallons) capacity in total, which means we have a range of about 5
days or 600 miles if required, which is comforting. Just a shame we didn’t fill up in
Guernsey, where it was 72p/litre, vs Trebeurden
which was 1.60 Euros/litre…
The sail to L’Aber Wrac’h was
effectively along the coast with no major hazards, but I set a course which took
us quite far offshore, in order to try to avoid the tidal race off Ile de Batz
and any other land-induced nasties.
The swell was still pretty horrible and the girls all stayed in bed for
most of the trip. Along the coast
we have encountered quite a lot of floating islands of seaweed – thick stringy
stuff often with other bits of flotsam floating within it. I think it is because we are coming up
to Spring tides so it gets picked up off the beaches. Well, we sailed into one of these – I
only saw it when it was too late – and as Nutmeg sailed over it, I heard the
engine revs drop and so did my stomach. I quickly knocked it into neutral, and
then back into forward after a few seconds, and it seemed to be OK. But what a horrible feeling – I lay
awake that night wondering what would have happened if we had caught something
round the prop in that hideous swell.
At least the tides were at sociable
times, meaning we left at 0900 and arrived into L’Aber Wrac’h at 1700. As seems to be normal for Breton
harbours, there was a small armada of sailing school dinghies from Oppies to
Hobies all buzzing round – is it any wonder the French are producing such a lot
of talent when they have a sailing school in every town?
We berthed just behind a British
yacht called "Trombone", and met a lovely couple named Dennis and Margaret, who
were returning home after a cruise in South
Brittany. They invited
us aboard, and very kindly gave us information about various places to visit
further South. Their boat was
bristling with Tacktick instruments – the first cruising boat I have seen with
mast repeaters! It turned out that their two sons own and run Tacktick and they
use their parents as guinea pigs for their new equipment. It was uplifting to meet some friendly
people, I think we needed this after a couple of uncomfortable
Even the dolls get a