Mr Blue Sky bid farewell to Hendrix and crew as they set sail for the Guernsey and then on home to Brixham, a forecast of strong wind at the end of the week forced an early retirement.
Mr Blue Sky on the other hand set a course ENE for the Isles of Chausey, a small rocky Island ten miles WNW off the coast of Granville in Normandy. There was only 2 kts of wind so it was engine all the way, one benefit of the glass top sea was we were able to spot a pod of dolphins, and they were the largest we’d seen to date.
Chausey is nothing more than a few fishermans cottages similar to a Scottish Croft, a Hotel and a light house. There are no motorised vehicles, just Shanks Pony for transport.
With a twelve metre tide flowing we were not able to stay long, so just caught a mooring bouy for lunch, then set sail for Granville, this time with some wind and boat speed of 5 kts SOG, perfect to time our approach 1.5h before high water.
Granville came into view about three miles out through the sea haze, as always a welcome sight after a day at sea.
We knew it was important to arrive at Paimpol +- 1hr high water as the approach dried to 5.5m above chart datum, so we required the 8m of neap tide to prevent grounding.
We also had to leave Tréguier no later than -1hr low water as the flood running against would make the slipping of lines and leaving the pontoon impossible.
At 09.00h we left Tréguier as planned, motored down the river into the estuary, even had a short sail until the wind died, but most importantly we were on target for arrival just before HW Tréguier 14.15h.
On the final approach rounding the wave screen we noted the lock gate was closed, a call was made on VHF CH9 to the lock master who informed us of a 10 minute wait – so we circled.
Hendrix increased the size of his circle until he strayed out of the deep water channel, you guessed it he ground to a halt. The crew of Mr Blue Sky enquiried whether he was beached, to his reply; “I’m beached broo – beached as” Mr Blue Sky… ” you’re beached broo, beached as!!
Tow rope deployed and Hendrix tugged unceremoniously back to the channel by Mr Blue Sky
After that we negotiated the lock and found a suitable berth dock side in the picturesque harbour centre, lotus grill fired up and cork popped.
Painpol is a shoppers dream, everything to keep a girl amused for hours – but that’s enough about that.
Finaly before we leave Paimpol, if you can’t beat them join them.
We left Lezardrieux and the River Trieux, for the hop west to Tréguier which 6 miles up the River Jaudy.
Tréguier town centre is steeped in history with architecture dating back hundreds of years, we however only stepped into the Cathedral for a few moments, the rest of Saturday morning was spent in two bars and restaurant.
Tréguier is a beautiful old town well worth a visit, we will return.
After the disappointment of St Quay, we slipped our lines at 9am to head further west in hope for a more tranquil mooring.
The journey was to be nothing remarkable as with just a few knots of wind the sails remained in the bag, with the drone of the engine for the 15 miles west. But it was a sunny day so no one was complaining, summer is here st last.
We opted to pick up a mooring bouy at Bréhat, an island at the mouth of the River Trieux, with an ebbing tide we only had a few hours at most to soak up some sun, and a bottle of bubbles.
Lezardrieux has become our favourate Port so far, with its tree lined River Dart like approach, kids playing in dinghys dodging river boats, and a welcoming yacht club to end the day.
The tides are a major factor navigating Brittany with HWS up to 11m, below there are two pictures showing about 4 hrs difference in water level
The passage from St Cast to St Quay was always going to be a gentle affair, with just 7 knots NE. So once we were around the first headland, the cruising chute was out the bag towing us along at a respectful 6.5 knots SOG.
Nothing much altered for about 5 hrs, the time it took to travel 28 miles along the Opal Coast to Port Armour.
Entering the Harbour was a mixed blessing, nice to be in and tied up safe, but the town is a little disappointing, most of the architecture seems to have its origins in the 1970’s – boxy and concrete.