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Vive le franglais!
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When we got away,
we lost no time; the wind was fair for Guernsey, next port of call
on account of our Bella and Gavin and their new baby, Alec, which
we made in about 23 hours. Here an extra pleasure was that our John,
a wild roaming water engineer, showed up. After the weekend, Fiona
stayed to do the granny bit, while Matthew & I sailed Anna M to
St Malo for the Ryanair flight from Dinard, as the young fella was
due back at school; we were lucky the easterly gale moderated obligingly
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a corsair,
Le Renard
heading seaward as we approached Le Grand Jardin lighthouse
and the entrance to St Malo, and found a great berth (pic, in
St Malo, with Le Renard back in port & the Lord Nelson) in front
of the 'La Grand Porte', as it is called on the wall. Glad to see
the French make mistakes with their blessed language too! |
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| By the way, if you'd be interested in a trip on Le Renard,
email lecotrerenard@mageoscom,
or see www.saint-malo-gallery.com/cotre. |
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Thierry who works on her was very friendly and helpful.
I asked what he thought of the newish steel 3 masted barque with
a big modern wheelhouse in the photo, the Lord Nelson. "Il
n'a pas le vrai feeling." What did he think of the fancy racing
boats in the port? "Ce n'est pas mon trip!" With these
shared sentiments established, we got on very well. Vive le franglais!
But why did the Cathedral ring a bell at 10 o'clock at night? He
said it was the old signal for closing the town gates. Fierce dogs
were then let loose which guarded the ships, and woe betide anyone
who was caught by them. The dogs are long gone, but the bell still
rings its nightly warning.
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