Thirteen-Foot-Ten to Brittany - Part II
Awake again; a rock had bent the plate of the drop-rudder, but soon straightened once ashore on warm dry sand for further sleep.
Beyond the beach was a man harrowing with a pair of fine chestnut horses. In my schoolboy French I enquired how far from my wanted village. In good English he said that if I used the outboard to take me round the Ile de Siec I should be there in twenty minutes, and to leave the beacon on my port hand when entering. I did not understand about the beacon as the pilot book gave two beacons with an entrance in between: was still mystified when making the entrance. Actually the pilot was out of date, the starboard beacon having been replaced by a tiny lighthouse when the quay was extended.
Motored up to the further quay; as I tied up a fisherman presented me with two fish I think he called “vielles” and which looked to me like red mullet. Went ashore and at the hotel just above the quay ordered a seafood meal with a bottle of white wine. The bottle seeming rather big, changed it for a half-bottle; in my ignorance had to be shown how to handle the unprepared crab and lobster.
Still in need of more sleep, the son of the captain of one of the big crabbers hitched on his dinghy and towed me, sculling astern, into the old cove where I could sleep in peace and quiet as long as I wished. With big retired 'Saint Pol' close by, and the Seagull with five gallons of petrol practically unused all stowed by the bank, the tent was erected aboard. After a long sleep another meal was cooked aboard and my ten day holiday in Brittany had begun.
I found the Bretons most kind and hospitable. The cafe/taxi proprietor, nicknamed “Jean Bart” phoned Morlaix for me to report my arrival; the Douane there said that was all they needed. A first class meal at the home of the maitre d'hôtel, and a visit to the home of Captain Beganton of one of the big crabbers, were highlights of the holiday.
I have not mentioned the name of the village, feeling that it should be left unspoiled. However, should another DCA member have the boat and the inclination, he would undoubtedly be as welcome as I was.