La Scie

This place was billed as having french influence and we were expecting wine cheese and crispy bread you have to get up early for. Wrong. I think other boats had been fooled too. It was like an aluminium boat convention. A 49 Ovni (yanks) a 47 Boreal (Fritz) and a Van De Statt 50 (Ruskies) luckily they all speak perfect English. Well the yanks tried their best. We hear there is music on the following evening, Saturday. Tarquin keen to get involved so we decide to stay an extra night and do some drinking with our new boats friend.
We spend Saturday climbing a big hill and descending to a beach. A swim is on the cards as it is 30C. The dip was quick the water was 7C. We retire to the cafe for a cold one. And to book a seat for music night. We see our German friends doing the same.
Music night is not as expected. As we turn up we are show to a seat in a small room, there are 15 ish people seated and 5 lead player. We were all given a song book and a musical instrument. When I say instrument I mean spoon, bells, or something called an ugly stick, which is a broomstick with a welly on the bottom a mop on the head with a hat on and a face on it, the pole has washers and bells screwed to it and it is bounced on the floor in time with the music. A great honour when it your turn to play it.. after a couple of hours its all over and after refusing to play a lead roll. We escape with the Germans to drink beer in the cockpit, where we are much happier. Next day up early and north againBaca lagi