Granville our penultimate stop before we cross back over the channel and into the Solent.

Entrance to Granville LW. 12.5m of tide to follow in 6 hrs

Relitively easy entry, just need to get the tide time right or it could be embarrassing.

Narrow streets of Granville 

Met with Sue’s Brother Mark, his wife Sarah and her parents for dinner as they’re staying just down the road, very nice surprise.

Granville street Café’s

Went to see the old town before marching 3 miles to the Vet, so Jim & Taff could get their worming up to date and so be allowed back into England.

Last leg to Dielette tomorrow, 50 miles due North where we meet with Josh & Sally, who very kindly volunteered to chauffeur Jim & Taff back to England on ferry.

Isles Chausey

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.

Hendrix a spec in the hazey distance

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.

Good for rowing not for sailing – glass sea

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.

Approaching Chausey, looks like the Chinese Navy are in town.

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.

Leaving Chausey


Granville came into view about three miles out through the sea haze, as always a welcome sight after a day at sea.

First sight of Granville

Return to Saint Cast

Necessary to cross our track but just the once thankfully, so we chose the all tide Port of Saint Cast, as enjoyed the first stop and with such great beaches and 30c+

Locking out at Paimpol
6.5kts SOG against 3kts of tide, great close haul for 35 miles

We got our walking flip-flops out and marched over to the adjoining beach for a dip in the opal sea.

We bumped into David Hasselhoff (breathing in) & Pam An!

Not much to add really as this took most of the day,.

Miles of golden sand to ourselves

We had enjoyed an exilerating crossing from Paimpol and so we’re ready for an easy day.

Hard work this sailing

Off to Granville tomorrow for Mr Blue Sky, and this could be au revoir to Hendrix, as business beckons so the fleet will set different course out of Saint Cast.

Paimpol – ha ha….it just had to happen!

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.

Mr Blue Sky beating to windward.

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.

Hendrix motor sailing

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.

Navigating the tricky deep channel out of Tréguier

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!!

You’re beached broo?

Tow rope deployed and Hendrix tugged unceremoniously back to the channel by Mr Blue Sky

Just before the lock at LW, if you look closely you can just see Hendrix skid mark left of the white bouy.
Hendrix & Mr Blue Sky tied up in Painpol Harbour
Sun set at 23.00h

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.

Excitement was all too much

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.

Skipper sporting a Breton hat

Time to catch the tide back to Sain Cast.


We left Lezardrieux and the River Trieux, for the hop west to Tréguier which 6 miles up the River Jaudy.

Rocky outcrops to avoid in the Jaudy estuary
Breton trawler
6 miles up river, destination on Port bow
Timed to perfection – slack-water G&T

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 river pontoons, trick mid flood with 3 kts
Tréguier Cathedral
One old relic gets into another old relic in front of another old relic in Tréguier town centre
Hottest day of the year 32c – lads in their fat suits putting up the shade on Hendrix

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.

Hendrix leading the way under power

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.

I’m ready for a dip, anyone else coming?
Bubbles are chilled
Sharing a mooring bouy for lunch at Bréhat

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.

Motoring 5 miles up river to Lezardrieux
There are worse places to unwind

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.


Still waters run deep – last flood of 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

Lezardrieux to Paimpol bridge over the Trieux


Lezardrieux high street

Saint Cast to Saint Quay

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.

Hendrix finally got the chute aloft, without a dunk in the sea this time
Mr Blue Sky is the red pointer
Best part of the day
Tied up on visitors pontoon St Quay.
Down wind with the chute