Winter came, our second winter in Saint Pierre, and then we start thinking whether we were realy at the right place here.
Nevertheless we took time to enjoy the snow and the ice, wind permitting, in company of our furred and feathered friends, and at spring we sailed again, that time Eastward, to reenconter our families and friends, back to Britany to offer a better shelter for our boat, more in accordance with her past.
After the Great banks and the fog the Azores islands and our friends welcomed us for the summer : Horta, Praia da Vitoria, Santa Maria, still so beautiful and so dear to our heart.
The weather would be tricky for the last part of our journey but at least we will join Praia to Douarnenez with a direct course, this time the huricanes let us pass !
Douarnenez where we found ourselves quickly in our element, as if we had never let it. Here the maritime heritage is not virtual, it’s living and it’s with a great plesure that we reenter the Port Rhu, a place where the sea meets the river at the mercy of the tides, where the boats sleep under the trees.
