Christina II at the Guest DockThe list of to-do and to-get items was long. We still had the issues of the batteries, alternator, along with some new ones like the fuel pump, the water pump, and a rip in the jib sail. Okay, loads to do, but first breakfast!
At 3:30pm we dropped the dinghy in the water and headed towards the micro town of Le Fret, where we were originally trying to go (ya, ya we all got up late). Cutting through the restricted zone, we promptly got intercepted, again, and told to go around. Almost an 1 hour later we got to the little romantic town of Le Fret.
Immigration comes to us!
Beautiful Clipper ship in the bay
Our French Navy Neighbors
The regatta we had to pass through to get to the marina
Coming to get us!Quickly, as the tide was going to change and it would be really a fight to make it back to the boat, we ran off in different directions. Brian was to locate the fuel dock, get prices, dinghy petrol, and ferry info (suposively there was a high speed ferry from le Fret to Brest – like SF to Tiburon), and I was to get fresh veggies, milk & eggs with Irene. Oh yeah, we were in France, par la vous English, anyone? Nope.
After struggling with the French, we found the grocery store, but it was more like a 7 Eleven. It had veggies & fruits but I really wouldn’t call it food, or at least anything I’d eat, or serve to my enemies. Okay, cheese, crackers, & Perrier it was. Oh, and eggs too.
Brian was able to purchase some fuel off a random man which was lucky since the town was too small for a fuel dock or even station. The ferry wasn’t running either so going there to anchor would have been a total bust. The next day we waited for the tide to be right, and we motored over to a marina. There we stayed for the week, provisioning, fixing items, and purchasing supplies. The tally; Fuel pump fixed, alternator fixed, Mizen sail cut to size, Jib sail repaired, batteries sorted & boat re provisioned, among other bits & bobs.
the rip in the jib sail
Port Moulin Blanc
