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Anna M got off
to an early start this year, leaving Le Palais on Belle Isle in mid
March with Canice Hogan and Fyona
White aboard along with the Skipper. He has got fond of Belle
Isle, and would rather like to enjoy it in the summer, although maybe
the quiet charm of early spring there has its advantages over the
crowded season. But we made no delay, it being pleasant weather with
south wind promised. We left in the afternoon on the 14th, though
we didn't get far till the wind died, and we motored into Port Tudy
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Port Tudy was still deep in winter quiet; none of
the buzz of Le Palais, though we found a salty kind of bar with
a few drinkers passing the evening. Perhaps there is something in
my friend Pierre Clement's saying, 'Qui voit Belle Isle voit son
isle - qui voit Groix voit sa croix.' No time to find out more anyway;
a very early start was called for in the morning, despite Canice's
protests, if we were to carry the tide through the Raz de Sein.
On the south-western extreme of Brittany, it is one of those places
where one just doesn't argue with the tide. So we headed out in
the dark and found the fair south wind, chilly enough in the early
morning for all it was south, to whistle us past the Isles Glénans
and the Pointe de Penmarc'h, .
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