One more time we crossed the North Sea, one more time it was not easy. We then had to stop in Esbjerg that we know well, and wait nearly two weeks in the new “marina” for fair winds. We didn’t went far, we had to call at Oudeschild, on Texel island, in the Nederlands, and we had not to regret it., so engrossing and new for us was the atmosphere of this fishing harbour : the polders rounded by seawalls, where the sheeps graze, the village nested down, the pumps preventing the floooding we can hear day and night…We make provisions of cheese and we arrive in Boulogne with a good wind, pleased to leave away a sea which is no longer a sea, with huge wind farms which compete with the oil rigs, navigation lanes which don’t offer nor place nor pleasure to the sailors, where nature seems to be distroyed….
En Lézardrieux we meet again our friend Gilles who will make us discover the Trieux of his childhood and the castel of La Roche Jagu, wonderfull, our friend Alain will introduce us Dominique and Xavier and take us to discover the Sillon de Talbert, and quickly we join the Aber Wrac’h for the winter.
Holydays, Manon, Enzo and Kylian come back to our way of life : walks, visit to the Ile Vierge lighthouse, visit of the “Bel Espoir” at the Moulin de l’Enfert where works now our friend the carpenter Jean Yves, big lunchs with Paskal, Tao and Lucie, in one word : Holydays !
Winter is here, storms, rain, gales, we will have all ! Fortunately we will find a good shelter to varnish our masts at the Saint Antoine Yards, and small weather windows to take out and back our masts. Thanks to Bruno, Morgan and Bastien ! As for the couture Sofi will make all what we needed, even Iris’s bandana ! We will find also some time to make long walks, they are infinite, which makes our dog happy; Lise teach us how to collect the seaweeds, how to dry them, and how to eat them ! As for exchange we give to her daughter Jeanne a “baby” oak, an acorn picked up on the Trieux banks then breeded on “Skoiern”, as to apologize to have taken so much wood in the building of our boat.
And always, always, the soul of Michel Jaouen who glide on the Aber : the “Rara Avis”, Penn Enez baracks, kids from everywhere who still hear him saying ” Get by to be happy”…
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In February, with Enzo and Manon, pilgrimage to Marseille, which we find changed for some angles, but where we find ourselves back and where we meet again our family : Jacques, Sophie, the “great” Manon, Ibrahim, Emilie, Kylian, Virgile, and the sailor friends : Daniel et Monique, Eric from the Frioul, Margot et Philippe on “le Don du vent”, Michel on her “Léopard Normand” : we had bought our 3 boats the same year, in 1979…The calanques, the Frioul, the Société Nautique, the Panier, the rue longue des Capucins, the Corniche and the Valon des Auffes, the Pharo, the Goudes, Saint Victor and the Four des navettes, we needed much more time in this town we love, where we spent a big part of our sailor life. Stong, strong feelings
Then came the Covid19, just before Spring, with its cortege of desolations, with the confinment, modern jail for a humanity who receive a tremendous lesson, her who thougth that a smartphone and some “aplis” were enough to be happy…
Yet how beautyful is the nature…
