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La Vieille lighthouse and
'Fai Tira'
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But if life on
Groix can be tough, God knows what it's like on the Isle de Sein.
Apparently it's the women who always kept life together there, while
the blokes went off sea-faring - or during the Second World War, bailed
out en masse to join General de Gaulle in London, giving rise to his
famous remark when they turned up on parade together - "Où
est cet Isle de Sein; il parait que c'est la moitié de la France!"
Anyway we made that tide, and though the wind became light, we swooshed
past the famous Vieille
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Soon we were heading into calmer waters, with a
following wind across the Iroise - that bit of sea between the horns
of Brittany - and up the Passage du Toulinguet past the rocks and
point of that name, and so to Camaret. Here we found Fai Tira
- with Scottish Bill taking her to a new owner in England. He and
Ann have become too fond of life in the south of Portugal, where
we got to know each other as we spent a winter in Portimao; they've
bought a house in the Alentejo, and poor old Fai Tira has
to pay to do it up. The auld dilemma! But our Scot was feeling the
cold back in the chilly latitudes! Some say that anyone who sails
north of 40 degrees is a b.f. - ah, but there are some things we
bfs would miss! Something in the light, and a certain sense of freedom
and challenge.... Which is not to say I could very well end up down
there too!
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