|Blustery Morbihan morning|
We were feeling bold on the morning of departure and determined to do the whole thing without having recourse to the engine. It was still blowing a good 20 knots, so a double-reefed main was plenty to sail off the anchor and then stooge around the bay while cleaning away the thick black Morbihan mud that came up with the ground tackle. We worked our way along the twisting channel, through the wind shadows of various wee islands and finally out and back into Biscay. All very satisfying.
The sailing purity unfortunately was soon sullied when the wind dropped right off and left us wallowing around the passage around the tip of the Quiberon peninsula. Once around that inconvenient promontory, the chop remained but a good breeze returned and we had excellent sailing all the way to Port Tudy on the Ile de Groix.
|Port Tudy, Ile de Groix: shades of Tobermory|
|Freshly anchored at Port Manec'h|
The main water-borne wildlife we've observed on this stretch of coast, unfortunately, is truly colossal medusa jellyfish. These beasts measure anything up to 2 feet across and, although they have a peculiar beauty of their own, I wouldn't fancy swimming with them about. Not that the question arises just now, with the sea temperature stuck at a frigid 10C.
Port Manec'h lies at the mouth of the River Aven and is really just an indentation in the coastline, but it gives fair shelter when the winds are northerly. Very pretty spot and anchoring on clean sand was great to clear away the last traces of the mud of Morbihan.
|French schooner off Port Manec'h|
|The vieux port at La Foret|
|Pretty little 18th-century chapel in La Foret|
|Crazy dredging at Port La Foret|