Last Day in France Saturday 13th June 2015
It was a fabulous blue and warm day. Warm enough for shorts, t-shirt and sunscreen. We were up earlyish and dinghied around to Audierne for breakfast. Continental breakfast at a pavement cafe in the sun next to the bustling market. Perfect. We bought our bread from the market and pottered around the other stalls marvelling at the array of fresh produce on offer. Some were obviously people with small holdings or just one product. E.g strawberries or simple olives.
We dinghied back round watching the purple pulsing jelly fish in the water around us of varying sizes. Jake showers in the sea! I finished one of my books while sat on deck in the sunshine then made us baguette with Camembert. It had a really thick crust that took some eating so even a small piece made you feel you had eaten a whole one. It was great.
While I altered the ankles of my waterproof trousers below, I could hear Neil and Jake who were watching the bar through the binoculars to see when it opened. Yay just after 3pm ashore we went to dispose of our rubbish/trash (boaties call it ‘gash’ but I don’t like that word), top up with water and go to the bar for a final drink in France. I drank Rose out of beautiful glasses (which I didn’t pinch despite really wanting one) and Jake and Neil had beer. The order at the bar was 1 glass of rose, 2 beers and 3 internet connections. Jake and I followed this up with an ice cream. I had a single cone of ‘caramel beurre sale’ (salted caramel butter) and Jake had a 3 scoop cone of mango, passion fruit and coconut. Three of his 5 a day he reckoned. On previous shore visits we had frequented the crepe shop. A whole shop that just sold pancakes made on 2 hot plates. Neil and Jake had had caramel salted butter on their crepes and said it was great. I’d had chocolat then a lemon and sugar one like we used to have on pancake day. What a great snack.
Today was my friend Philippas birthday. I’d left a card with my Mum to post through her door (they only live 5 doors apart) and we’d exchanged presents during my last trip to Mums. I spoke to Philippa in the afternoon and she was planning on going out for a meal with her sister and friend. If I’d been there I would of been going out too not settling down in my bunk before 8pm (although it’s gone 9pm now and I’m still awake). Anyway, I’ve been feeling quite homesick these last few days and after speaking to my Mum and Philippa as well as getting a long email from my other friend (I do have more than two friends) Rachel, I realised I need girl talk. There is only so much boat talk (type of, sail type, weather, what weather may do, what my trip was like to so and so ….) a girl can take.
Mind you, Neil and Jake are much like girls in that they sit in the pod and comment on the other sailors around, what they are doing wrong, showing envy over equipment, scathing of a type of boat, laugh at someone else’s error, etc. In fact, bitching, just like girls but only on one subject.
When we were back aboard I made dinner while Neil and Jake prepped the boat ready for sailing tomorrow. Neil has promised to keep me safe and I’m holding him to that.