This morning (Monday) we were up at the mobile phone shop and the same guy was there, and he tried again on the phone to get this resolved but no joy. He asked us to leave everything with him for an hour, and then, when we went back he requested a further hour. Boy this is a struggle, can you imagine us trying to sort this out ourselves on the phone to customer services and technical departments?

Anyhow it seemed to put the spoke in our plan to get to Belle Ille, so we went back to the boat for lunch and chill out for a while.

Sara suggested that if the dongle was working when we went back to the shop, we could go for Ille de Groix rather than Belle Ille – good idea because I was getting a bit stir crazy. So whilst I got things ready on the boat Sara went back to the shop. Back she came and it still wasnt working, but Sara was convinced the guy in the shop was genuine, in that the problem has now been resolved and it should work later today. I think I had lost the will to live by this point, and just thought to hell with it lets get moving.

So we set off and had a good trip down to Ille de Groix. About 3 miles off Ille de Groix we found ourselves being escorted in by a pod of dolphin! They were leaping about our bow waves which is always a wonderful sight. The Marina was chock a block with boats, so we rafted alongside an Irish boat that was on the hammerhead. Doing so made it a wee bit tighter for boats going down to the pontoons but heigh ho, it was our only option. First thing Sara done was get the dinner started.
Next thing was out with the dongle and guess what? – no you are wrong, it worked…..yippee. A big thanks to the guy in the SFR store for sorting this out; but should it be that difficult?

I’m willing to bet you’re glad it’s finally working, as you wont need to read my rantings about dongles………..

We were up at the SFR shop pretty early this morning armed with the dongle and laptop. Now I have to say the chap in the shop was very helpful and was on the phone trying to get it sorted out. The end result was that we were told it should be working by 1900 tonight as there is some major glitch in the whole system…..mmmmm

I also needed to find wiper blades for the wheelhouse as the rubbers were shot. Asking around we were told there was a place up at the Hypermarket. This was fine as we also needed to get some provisions so off we went…………….what a hike! But there again it was a nice day to take a laptop for a walk!

We found the Hypermarket and the accessory company across the road, so whilst Sara did the shopping I went across the road to try and get the wiper blades. They didn’t have any with the fitting I needed and the guy in the store was very helpful in trying to find adaptors – but no joy. I then reckoned that I could (with a bit of filing) get the rubbers from new wiper blades to fit the old wiper fittings. The guy wished me the best of luck, so off I went back to the Hypermarket.

Sara explained they had wiper blades within the store so I had look at these but as they were sealed packs it was hard to tell if they would be suitable. I eventually burst open a pack and with bits and pieces lying all around me and found that by removing a bit from the old blades I could make them fit.

Are you bored with this yet?

Back across the road, I explained the situation to the chap in the accessory shop and got my money back.
With all the shopping, laptop etc to carry, we tried to find a taxi to take us back to marina – no joy with this either so off we went on the hike back down the hill, and back to the boat. Where I am delighted to say, I found that my adaptation on the wiper blades was a success yippeeee

After a bit of rest we went back to Ville Close for another look around, and in the small amphitheatre there were a couple of guys playing what I assume was local music on accordion and fiddle, which was lovely and atmospheric.

There are some lovely looking restaurants within Ville Close, and here is an example.

We then went back to the boat hoping to get online – I know you have already figured it out – the bloody thing wouldnt work!!!!!

With tomorrow being Sunday the shop will not be open so it looks like were are here till at least Monday because I aint leaving till we get it working properly.

I’ll leave you with a shot of the marina taken from the walls of Ville Close – all the red sail covers are from the sailing school, and watching these coming in and out has been, shall we say, not without incident! The technique appears to be, come in really fast, dont have any fenders tied on, have people leap ashore to fend the boat off the pontoon whilst someone else grabs a spagetti type ball of rope from a locker and heave it to no one in particular……………all this from a nation who have some of the best sailors in the world!

I tell you it wasnt dull watching 28 of them coming and going at the same time……..

We left Audierne this morning to catch the tidal streams down to Pointe Penarche, unfortunately there was precious little wind, but there was a fair amount of swell. As we have been sailing with the Atlantic swell for so long now, there are times where one doesn’t really notice. At least not anywhere near as much as when first encountered.

The trip down to the corner was pretty uneventful, ditto for about half the remaining part of the journey to Concarneau. We did however hit a patch of water where it was either lobster pot city or long line city – not sure which. It does say in the pilot books that there are still some fishermen using the long line technique and as their lines are pretty much on the surface, one should avoid going through between the markers. Well these particular ones were definitely better marked than normal and had six foot poles with big flags on them (not the usual old plastic drums) making me assume long lines. Therefore I decided to go around this patch, who knows whether I was right or wrong, but it only added about 10 mins to the overall journey so no drama ether way.

It was however rather neat to go through between the Illes de Glenan and Illes Aux Mouton, and somewhere at the back of my mind I have something telling me that there was some connection with the Illes de Glenan and Bernard Moittessier, …………perhaps someone could tell me if this is true or whether I need to go and lie down in a darkened room?

Once through the gap between the islands we decided that irrespective of the light winds, (bearing in mind that Sun Dog needs a fair amount of breeze to get her sailing), that we would hoist all sail and do our best to sail the last part over to Concarneau. Let’s just say that Mr Campbells “Bluebird record” was not challenged!

We managed the heady speeds of between 0.5 to 1 knot, but the sun was shining and were in no real rush, in fact it was lovely and peaceful for a couple of hours, but we did eventually have to admit defeat, fire up the engine, and get ourselves into Concarneau. Upon double checking the pilot book it suggested that Fridays were best avoided as this was sailing school changeover day! (guess what day this is?) However when we went into the marina we were pleased to see that there were plenty of visitors berths available on “D” pontoon.

It’s really quite impressive sailing into Concarneau marina, as right in front of you stands the Fortress of Ville Close another defensive structure built by Monsieur Vauban……he must have been a busy chap as he was also responsible for the one in Camaret……….he must have been the French “Thomas Telford” of his day as his civil engineering products seem to be everywhere.

We had a cursory look around the old town contained within the walls of Ville Close, and its very reminiscent of Carcassone in France, albeit on a smaller scale.

We then went to find a mobile phone shop to buy a dongle for internet access and were pleased to find almost immediately and Orange shop. In we went, saw the right dongle package tried to buy it but were refused because we were not residents of France nor did we have a French bank account.

Now I know what you are thinking, we probable messed up the translation and they thought we wanted a dongle on contract/account – no we didn’t – the only dongle they were prepared to sell, unless you had the above, was a dongle that would last exactly one day!!

We left this shop scratching our heads, but just a few hundred yards away was another mobile phone shop SFR, into the shop we go and go through the same request – viola – we could get one with the first three days free, then a quick phone call would connect us onto our 60 day access whilst in France.
Just the ticket, duly purchased just before the shop closed, back to the marina all excited because we could catch up on e-mails, update the blog, check the detailed weather forecasts, and hopefully get onto Skype.
Onto the boat out with the laptop and guess what bloody thing wouldn’t work….O’ dash it I heard myself say!

We tried on and off into the evening but no joy – we will need to go back to the shop tomorrow…ho hum!

We were off to go through the Raz de Sein, and apart from the dire warnings in the Pilot Books etc my only real concern was that the forecast was showing winds starting off in the NW (good) then going W or SW for a time before then going back to NW.

Now wind against tide would be a big no no for this trip, but I reckoned that with it only being light winds we should be fine…………

Going to the Raz de Rein from Camaret you can opt for the extremely cautious route around all the rocks but this adds about nine miles to the journey. Or you can nip through the narrowish channel between the mainland and some jaggy rocks (creating a kind of “Jurrasic” atmosphere) which is what we decided to do and it was real neat with no Pterodactyls flying off buttresses.

We were happily sailing along and keeping a keen eye on the time and distance as we needed to be off La Platte lighthouse at slack water. We had just finished a coffee when the radio jumped into life and broadcast a “securite” in French and then repeated the message in not so clear English. What I did manage to capture were a bit of the coordinates and the words “underwater explosion” whatever it was seemed to be close to our course. Jings imagine that said I……………..O’ no I didn’t. I quickly got on the blower requesting a repeat of the “securite”. The coordinates were thankfully about a mile away on our port side, and we listened to the countdown (from 15 mins with repeated broadcast for all vessels to stay clear) and looked for a big whoosh at “zero”. But the truth is that we never saw anything, but it was either the caffeine from the morning coffee, or this warning broadcast, but I can honestly say that I was now wide awake………….

Approaching the Raz de Sein the swell did build up noticeably, but thankfully it was all straightforward and we arrived off La Platte bang on time, rounded the corner and headed for Audierne. We had a nice feeling of achievement (perhaps even a sense of relief!) in having come through the two main tidal gates of the Raz and Chanel de Four.

The lighthouses at southern end of the Raz de Sein

How could we go wrong with such a studious navigator figuring out the tidal range for our next stop at Audierne?

Audierne is up a narrow river entrance with a stated minimum depth of 1m albeit subject to silting. Just outside the breakwater is Ste Evette where there are visitors mooring. Sara had calculated we needed to wait, so we picked up one of these moorings to have a spot of lunch, and wait for at least one hour, (to ensure we had plenty of water under the keel) for the 1 mile trip up to the town.

St Evette from the moorings.

The leading line markers are obvious, but the line is pretty close to the channel markers therefore shallow. Whilst running up the leading lines we were constantly checking the depth of water under the keel all the way up to the small marina. A deep keeled boat would be limited to a window either side of high tide. Approaching the marina we were fortunate that one of the hammerheads for visitors was free. Rather neat that the marina is bang in the centre of town.

You can see from this shot how narrow the channel into Audierne is – this shot was taken around one hour before low water.

Pretty short day at 30 miles but that’s the last “tidal gate” now behind us, and we are getting closer to South Brittany and warmer weather.

Camaret is another ex fishing port, which, by joined up thinking, is now part of a Co-Operative set up where the marina’s and moorings are all part of a commune set up to run and continually develop the area for tourism. The money raised is all put back into developing these resources for the benefit of the local economy – gets my vote!

The town, while small, has a great feel about it, and the back streets have some really lovely properties. We had a good old wonder around, found a park and sat and listened to the silence – that is apart from birds chirping – simply a joy.

At the harbour you cannot miss the boat graveyard. Anyone fancy a project or two?

We had planned just to spend one night here but ended up staying an extra night and enjoying the hot sunshine, drinking coffee at street side cafes that overlook the marina and harbour. I tell you it’s really tough going, but we are doing our best to struggle through each day!

Whilst the town was pretty quiet at this time of year, we both felt that the town, and the three marinas, would be really busy during the height of the summer season.

Here is a shot from the industrial part of the town looking over to the marinas etc you can see both the Fort Vauban and Rocamadour Church.

Somehow from all we had read about L’Aber W’rach we both had limited expectations on the town and surrounding area. However we were both pleasantly surprised and found the area to be lovely.

This a shot showing all the jaggies on the approach into L’Aber W’rach

Upon a recommendation by my mate John we visited the small Creperie just along from the marina on the left hand side of the road, and upon reviewing the menu we settled for a “traditional creperie meal”. This consisted of a crepe with ham, cheese and eggs, followed by one with sugar, and then to finish it off another one arrived with jam. All washed down by really good coffee. Fat faced Billies I know, but they really were scrummy 🙂

We had a few walks up and around the local town and also along the riverbank in nice warm weather and really enjoyed ourselves and the tranquillity. One place we could recommend if ever you visit is the Le Pot de Beurre restaurant; real quality food at reasonable prices.

Now for those who don’t go out boating, one point of reference is “Pilot Books” that provide detailed information on navigation in the various areas they cover. In the pilot book for this area, the Chanel de Four is described in a manner that does not make one sleep easy at night! I also had in the back of my mind the experience of a good friend – very experienced sailor – who went wind against tide and arrived of the narrowest point of the Chanel at St Mathieu and had a bit of an “exciting ten minute spell” in the resultant waves! – no prizes for guessing the things that were running through my mind.

We had done all the calculations (several times) reviewed all the information, and set off with the wind from the NW therefore behind us (good) into some sizeable swell, but not as big as when we came into L’Aber W’Rach.

I’ll cut a long story short………………..it was fine, the Chanel de Four treated us well, and we arrived safely in Camaret.

For the most part of the Chanel de Four there is a good transit on two lighthouses, and with the other huge markers the French lay out it would be hard, in good conditions to get the navigation wrong. However in adverse conditions one might be best to stay put in harbour as it is (in my opinion) not a place to take unnecessary risks.

Next major tidal gate is the Raz de Sein which also carries dire warnings in the Pilot Books – the only thing they miss out is saying that Mythical Sea Serpents come to life en route down the Raz, which is apparently pronounced Raaar.

Here is a shot of the lighthouses at the southern end of the Chanel de Four

Now the forecast as could be best interpreted was NW around Falmouth F4/5 then we could expect the winds to go SW same strength, then the nearer we got to France the winds should move back to NW or N and easing. Well for the first time I can recall it all worked out as per our combined interpretation of the weather forecast.

We set out from Helford River and had a really good sail with Sun Dog loping along at a heady 5-6kts in 15-20 kts of breeze OK not in the same league as the modern boats that would be doing 8-9kts but it was one of those special periods in time where time wasn’t an issue as long as we arrived in daylight, as on the charts it looks pretty rocky all around the approaches to L’Aber W’rach

This continued for a while until we began to get headed by the wind, and Sun Dog has many virtues but sailing close to the wind is not one of them – so mainsail stayed up and the old faithful Perkins got fired up.

We came across this lovely old boat on the way over, and as you can see from the photo it was hard to capture a good level photo in the swell, and this is the best one!!

We were expecting commercial traffic on the French side going into and out of the Traffic Separation Scheme off Ouessant but jumping Jesus I didn’t expect it to be like Piccadilly Circus or Sauchiehall Street on a Saturday. All this in the pitch black, and therefore not so easy to gauge distance/size of vessel – other than via their navigation lights which indicate whether they are under or over 50 metres in length. At one point I ended up being the meat in a sandwich between two of these huge boats coming at me at different angles – simplistically one would have been coming from say 90 degrees and the other coming from 80 degrees. As I was slowing to nip around the back of the first one, it was shortening the distance between us and the other one coming along. AIS is a big help in figuring out their headings but some of these are huge vessels travelling at high speeds so real vigilance is the name of the game.

One of these boats was just short of 300 metres and going at 20 kts (AIS gives the vessels details) and in cases like this I always remember one of my Dads saying “it’s not a question of whose right son – it’s a question of whose left”! Anyhow I could witter away but suffice to say that I have never been at sea with such a volume of commercial traffic. As for the odd one or two that came along separate from the groups Old Hawkeye AKA Sara, who has an amazing aptitude for picking up the lights on boats, and separating them from the light of stars. In fact I think she can see them before they have cleared the horizon – must be a wee bit of Celtic mysticism still in her blood? I can also say that for someone who has never experienced the ocean swell before this trip, she has been simply amazing and unfazed by anything we have experienced thus far – apart that is from the shark encounter in Irish waters. In fact coming into L’Aber Wrach the swell builds higher as the waters become shallower, but she was quite happy taking the helm, or getting the binoculars out and using her old Hawkeye skills to pick out markers etc – excellent support.

We arrived at low water and it was quite a sight seeing the swell crash over the rocks as we were running up the approaches,but in truth with all the markers around it would be hard to get it wrong in clear conditions. We were met at the marina by the mooring guy who pointed out an inner berth as the visitors’ pontoon was full. This berth was way shorter than the length of the boat and unfortunately as Sara was getting off with the lines she got her leg caught in one of the fender lines – looked really sore – but Hawkeye doesn’t give in easily and she freed herself and got the boat tide up. It could have been nasty, but turned out well enough as she “only” has a sore leg. Well that’s it for this leg (no pun intended), we have now covered over 700 miles since setting off and cannot believe how quickly the time is passing.

Love to everyone
G n’ S

This morning we called the water taxi on channel 37 and sweet talked him into giving us a trip down the river and passing on some local information on the area. We were then dropped ashore at Helford Village and told to simply open the sign when we need to get back to the boat.

You don’t want the Ferry

O’ So now you do want the Ferry!

I know I have used the word delightful a lot writing up this blog, but there is no other word to sum up the beauty of this corner of England. Really pretty and one could spend a lot of time exploring the area.

What about this for a setting – pub has big outdoor BBQ

It was time for us to head back to the boat and have a final check on the weather before setting off for France.

Murphys Law always strikes and the only way I could get a phone signal was to hang off the standing rigging holding my left toe in the air…..OK not quite that bad but hellish reception – not normally an issue but I really wanted to see the most recent weather before committing to departing.

Knowing my mate Marcus is never far from a computer screen I took the liberty of getting him to check online, and the long and short of it was the weather systems are still complicated but nothing has fundamentally changed since yesterday, so we are good to go.

Thanks again Marcus it was very much appreciated.

So it was a case of making up some food for the crossing – only a very special person can cook down below in a boat that is rocking and rolling around. That is not me – I would be shouting for” Hughie” within minutes.

Once the preparations were complete, we cast off the mooring line and set off out of the Helford River. The peculiar thing is that whilst we have already covered some 600 miles on our trip and enjoyed extended stops in Isles of Scilly and Falmouth area – we both feel like we are now really going on holiday. Anyhow it’s L’Aber W’rach or bust – metaphorically speaking.

A big happy birthday to another grandson who is 14 today…………………..yeah.

Hope you had a good day Prentice and look forward to catching up soon.

Lots of Love

G n’ S

Today we went on line and checked the weather forecast with a view to heading over to L’Aber W’rach in Brittany. The weather patterns are somewhat complicated and hard to figure out as the positions of the lows and high around Europe are a bit complex. We finally made a decision that we would not head across the Channel today but will leave when the wind direction finally changes.

The added bonus of this decision was that we could leave Falmouth today and head round the short distance to the Helford River which has a reputation for being one of the jewels of the south coast of England. We arrived around 1630 and I really couldn’t face blowing up the dingy and then having to deflate and store, so when the moorings officer came out for our fee (the engine was barely switched off!!) we asked if there was a local water taxi – which there was but unfortunately (for us) they only run between 0930 and 1700, and he was finshed for today as he was off to watch the local rugby team Penzance Pirates. So a night of R&R onboard instead. The wind is still from the east so we are a wee bit exposed until it changes direction.