Back to the warm of France

The sea still had a big swell running, and our intention was to continue south through Grimsby sound and leave via the Spanish ledges. Then wind on the starboard quarter all the way to Cameret. Good plan but we got out of bed late again and time and tide wait for no man, even Rob. To we had to punch our way out to the north and sail round the outside. Which actually turned out to be fun. No one out here just us and the horizon. We got the boat balanced and settled into a nice rhythm making great progress for the first 10 hours our arrival time at the North coat of France and ultimately the Chenab du four was critical to some degree out of our control. As night fell the wind died to almost nothing a the “Donk’ was brought into play. With no wind the fog set in and we were stumbling our way into the shipping lanes with no vis and only the engine for power. Best have a cup of tea and make a plan.
Plan A. turn on and tune the Radar and keep tabs on all the moving targets. We are early on the tide and make very slow progress against the N going tide. But when it turns south the loom of the sun starts to aluminate the horizon and the new day is here.
It is print tide and over the next 4 hours we are sluiced through the Chanel towards Camelret. As we sail slowly across the bay towards Cameret, rob manages to get his IPad to receive the ladies World Cup football final. It would have been a good picture. Goose winged boat and 2 old gits huddled round a tiny screen. Good game shame about the result.
Dropped the anchor in the bay had a snooze and then headed to town for some Moule mariner and chips washed down with a cold beer.

The next day was time to sign into Europe as we are now a third country as they call us in Europe. What idiots thought Brexit was a good idea.. a quick sail down to Brest and the customs officeLeer más