From the mountains to the sea

This post is dedicated, with heartfelt thanks, to all of our kind hosts who looked after us so well in Germany.

On the road to the Alps - in the Allgaeu

The German Alps

The Austrian Alps

Alpenhut: delicious strudel

Our great German tour has run its course and, after nearly two months of couch-surfing the length and breadth of the Fatherland, we're back on board in Mortagne. The carpool method of transport really worked out well for us on this trip, making otherwise awkward connexions easy and, just as important, cheap.

The final and most extreme example provided our link from Munich to Mortagne, direct, door to door. This stroke of luck came in the form of a student on his way from Munich to Gijon, putting us right on his route and about 3/4 of the way along. So, for a 2/3 share of the petrol and road-toll costs, a share of the driving on a knackering non-stop 14-hour overnight drive, we got home. It has to be said, driving overnight is much more tiring than sailing overnight. Still, the drive would have been a good bit longer with daytime traffic, so it was worth the effort.

The snow-maned lions of Munich

Brr! Surfing a standing wave in Munich's Englischer Garten

We had a super time in Germany, but it's good to be back with the vessel and to find all well here after our absence. It feels like spring here after our time in the north, but actually there's a good month of winter still to come.

Blue sky over mud

Winter reed beds

It seems we timed our trip well for several reasons. The weather was apparently awful. Days and days, stretching to weeks, of rain. The land is soggy. The shower/toilet block got most of the way through its refurbishment while we were away too and the dredging of the harbour is well under way.

There isn't normally a pond here 

The 'Sturgeon' - Mortagne's dredger in repose

The great shower/loo refurbishment is not without its drawbacks unfortunately. In true French fashion, the workman vanished about 2/3 of the way through the job. Okay, the one shower that's working is good but: we had to hang the door before we could use it, there's no place to put your clothes, the water goes absolutely everywhere (including out into the street), the hot and cold taps are the wrong way around and, finally, there's dirt everywhere. Mustn't grumble - we managed.

The tarp's back up - ready for the rain still to come

Reunion with the Roede Orms

One of the reasons we settled on the Biscay area for our winter quarters was that it would be easy to visit friends and family on the Continent over the non-sailing months. At the end of November we left Fettler snugged down in Mortagne and headed for Germany. After a week with my parents in Berlin we started to criss-cross Germany using the excellent car pool system, a bit like organised hitch-hiking and possibly the cheapest way to travel Germany short of hitch-hiking itself. First we visited friends in Darmstadt (the ones who introduced us to sailing some 15 years ago by chartering a boat on the Norfolk Broads and inviting us along) and then hopped back north to reunite with the Roede Orms, last seen in Porto Santo.

The Kiel Canal, linking the North Sea to the Baltic

Roede Orm is now tucked up in a big barn for the winter, but the Conrads are just as welcoming in their land quarters by the Kiel Canal. The sailing season here is over for all but the hardiest, with Baltic temperatures of down to -10C at night.

Roede Orm in her deluxe winter storage, a big barn on a farm

Buelk Light House, on the foggy Baltic coast

It's nice to be in Germany at Christmas time with all the good old traditions that this entails: advent calendars (not just chocolate and not just for kids, with options ranging from lego to tea) and adventskranz, Christmas markets with mulled wine and, of course, Feuerzangenbowle.

Third Advent in the Conrad household

A walk in the snow with 12-year-old beagle Toke

The plan is to potter around Germany a few weeks longer before rejoining Fettler in the New Year and getting ready to put back to sea.
So, best wishes of the season to all and a happy and prosperous 2013!

France by bike and by van

We've been keeping busy, in between sessions of lying low through wet autumn weather (November being statistically the rainiest month here). When the weather's fair, we get out on the bike and are gradually extending our range as the cycling fitness levels improve.

Our latest run took us up to about 45 miles round trip to the mouth of the Gironde, at Royan.

Autumn leaves in Les Arces 

Royan was badly flattened in the later stages of the Second World War and extensively rebuilt through the 1950s, including the main church, Notre Dame de Royan, which was constructed to a radically new design, begun in 1955 and finished in 1958. The building looks a bit odd from the outside, but the space within is quite remarkably arresting and can accommodate around 2000 people.

The concrete Notre Dame de Royan

Plain without, stunning within 

Digging the beach at Royan

Crazy mud berths at Les Monards

A surprise jaunt to Belgium cropped up when we were given a commission to pick up a big (BIG) van-load of stuff near Brussels and bring it back to Mortagne. We had to make the journey up in one 10-hour go, which was fairly tough, with the crossing of Paris falling smack in rush hour, but once the van was loaded up we were free to do a bit of touring on the way back down and stopped several nights.

Belgian interlude: the park at Tervuren

Gent: Who says Belgium is boring?

Arras town hall, almost entirely rebuilt after WWI

The inner basin at Honfleur, Normandy

Honfleur street

Armistice Day in Normandy

War grave at Pont l'Eveque

The Chateau at Bazouges, Loir Valley

Look back in Angers, at the 12th century cathedral

13th century stained glass windows, Angers Cathedral

Pleasant as the trip was, we were pretty tired by the time we got back and still agree that touring by boat is the best!

Feline sleepover, back on board

Rambling about the Charente-Maritime

The white chaton, currently under our cat-sitting care

The rain did let up eventually and we've had some beautiful autumn weather to go exploring and to get the vessel snugged down for winter. All the sails are washed, dried and put away, ditto all the lines. Inside the heater is seeing daily use now, but luckily the colder weather has knocked down the mosquitoes. The other good thing about the cool weather is that we have refrigeration again (i.e. the forward cabin, which we now keep closed off from the cosy saloon) and can buy and store cheese and keep the beer at a more palatable temperature. Condensation is the one fly in the ointment, but leaving the hatch wide open overnight keeps it to a minimum.

Poitou donkeys, the local breed

Cycling along the riverside plains, we find a mini ecosystem in its small drainage channels: kingfishers, crayfish and even muskrats! The muskrats are not native so we were very surprised to see several of them merrily swimming along. The birdwatching is very good among the marshes and reed beds of the estuary, hundreds of herons, waders and warblers.

Wish this cafe were still in business, at the original prices

We've upped the ante on our cycling tours, doubling our distance from 30 km to 60 km on a tour to the pretty mediaeval town of Pons, which happens to be on the Chemin St Jacques (French for the Camino de Santiago de Compostela) so we are still on the pilgrim route.

The Donjon in Pons (it rhymes in French)

The pilgrims' hospice, Pons

The small country roads are ideal cycling terrain, but the sign-posting is a bit haphazard and we've had a few involuntary detours. The countryside is very pleasant, mainly arable, dominated by vineyards and dotted with cute villages and hamlets centred around picturesque churches.

Detail of the church in St Germain du Seudre

The French (the rural ones, at least) seem to be preserving more of an unhurried pace of life and who can blame them? Shops still have rather limited opening hours, for example, and tradesmen seem to take a lot longer than in northern Europe. The flour mill had to wait seven months for seven of its windows to be double-glazed and reinstalled. But then if they can maintain this lifestyle in the face of global competition, maybe they're on to something.

Right now the wind is howling through the harbour with gusts of up to 45 knots, but we are nice and snug in our sheltered berth. Tomorrow, winds of 35 knots, gusting 50, are forecast. Looks like another restful day in store.

Hou la la, what rain

Uncharacteristically (we've repeatedly been told) it has been raining pretty much non-stop for the past week or 10 days. These depressions normally pass either further north or south - don't they know that? On a couple of days the rain was so hard that we barely made it off the boat at all. Luckily, Jim had rigged up our tarpaulin vestibule just in time so we had some outside space for leaving wet footwear and jackets and for doing the dishes.

Our tarp vestibule, which can be fully closed with an open brolly

I had questioned the need for taking wellington boots along, but boy are they handy! Another essential on board is the mosquito net. The wet weather brought another outbreak of desperately hungry mosquitoes. Between them, our mosquito coils and the net draped over our bunk deal with those that manage to escape being killed with our bare hands.

Mosquito-proof sleeping arrangements

To keep ourselves entertained, we started a batch of sloe gin with sloes picked from local hedgerows and aguardiente given to us in Pontevedra. This will mature over the winter and be ready for consumption in early spring. The foraging around here has been good. Unfortunately, the fig season is over now, but there are still walnuts and chestnuts.

Sloes, aguardiente and sugar, that's all there is to it

And, of course, the bad weather has been the ideal opportunity to get knitting again. At this rate, I'll be able to knit us a whole new winter wardrobe...

New hats

French country living

Time for the squash harvest

Sadly, the grape harvest is mainly done by machine these days

We are back on board in Mortagne after being away from the boat for more than a night for the first time in 16 months. But it was all for a good cause - to celebrate my father's 70th birthday, in Provence. Now we plan to stay here until early spring before continuing north. We have started to settle in and meet people, including the lovely Hamard family, who are just back from sailing around the world via Antarctica and Newfoundland with four kids (some great pics here). Jim's even managed to pick up some work in an old flour mill that is being converted into flats. We've also bought ourselves a tandem to extend our land range - public transport is not really an option around here.

Our new transport mode

Our first tour was to the nearest big supermarket, 15 km away in Gemozac, and the land was not as flat as it seemed in our friends' auto! We got a good workout on the gentle rolling hills and will have to train up a little before venturing to Cognac (50 km), Rochefort (60 km) or even La Rochelle (90 km). However, already our second tour to the pretty medieval village of Talmont-sur-Gironde involved a lot less muscle pain. Cycling on a tandem is much like sailing on a pretty boat - it generates a lot of goodwill and smiles from people.

Cycling along the Cote de la Beauté

Medieval Talmont sur Gironde

Along the ramparts of Talmont

Eglise Sainte Radegone, Talmont

Jim's new workplace, the old flour mill in Mortagne

Compared with Spain, living costs are higher here - we can't really go to cafes for a daily coffee any more, never mind a weekly meal out. However, the local produce, wine, bread and pastries are very good and cheap and there are also other compensations: It's incredibly calm and peaceful, cats are very amenable to being stroked (in Spain you could hardly get near a cat and here we already have several feline friends, including three chatons) and we can communicate a bit better, with the school French slowly returning.

The weather is still good with temperatures around 18-20C, albeit with occasional rain, but we've already borrowed a fan heater for when it gets colder. There is a major weather divide at the River Loire and we hope that by staying south of it we'll escape the worst of the winter weather.