Moules au curry
A year afloat: to the Caribbean and back
Sam and Alex Fortescue
Fri 13 Aug 2010 16:49
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04:35.75W Cameret-sur-Mer, as Alex says, is much like Rye but
a bit more chavvy. I'm not sure what she means by that. It's quite a sweet
little sea front dotted with multi coloured cafes, each one flogging the brew of
a different seafaring nation. There's an Irish bar, a Scottish bar, a place
selling Paulaner and another selling something Danish.
We're anchored up in the inner port after a local
dude waved us in with the words: 'take this place; it's mine but I'm not using
it.' Sadly the port authorities didn;t see it in quite the same light, and were
all for making us move the boat round to a visitor pontoon. We stuck to our guns
and are now sitting drinking Breton cider and rocking gently to and fro on our
seats, in time to imaginary waves.
We covered one of the most fearful stretches of
inshore water earlier today, sailing south through the Chenal de Four. The sun
shone, the wind dropped and we ended up motoring from one channel marker to the
next, with Ushant a dim splodge on the right. This channel is scattered with
jagged rocks, strong overfalls, tides and current, but we caught it in a
benevolent mood. Almost more hair raising was the run across the Mer Iroise to
Camaret - tucked behind a barb in a tongue of rock sticking our between the
lower and upper jaws of Brittany's weatern end. Suddenly we found ourselves with
nearly 20 knots of wind behind us, racing along with main and gib up and the
boat desparately longing to turn to port, because of the large rudder of the
windvane hanging off the port side of the stern. We screeched round the corner
into Camaret bay, dropped the sail and motored in to the marina.
I'm now looking forward to moules au curry with
frites. Talk about clash of cultures...
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