Brittany, one year later

Friday 25 May 2012: To La Trinité
So much for the best laid plans. Well, plans at any rate. "Let's go on holiday" is about as detailed as it needs to be, for my purposes: the rest can be left until the last minute. However, I do appreciate that you can't go sailing that way. We had chartered exactly the boat we wanted, checked the calendar for neap tides, and the Skipper had cajoled me into taking an interest in his 60-mile passages, as the attentive reader will recall.
The Skipper's new job has been pretty hard work since the beginning of the year, and his idea of taking it fairly easy the week preceding our holiday fell more into the category of irrational optimism than planning. Fate (based in Pittsburgh, I believe) intervened, and the poor old Skipper was quite exhausted by the time he snuck out of the office and fell onto the train on Thursday night.
It would be fair to say that the skipper is not a “morning person”. In fact, the very use of the term makes him flinch. However, he generally makes an exception for sailing days, and well, no, leaps is the wrong word, let’s say, hmm, lurches, yes, lurches, relatively enthusiastically from his pit on days when a spot of skippering is in prospect. Today at 8 am: silence. Silence like you have to hold a mirror to his nose to make sure he’s still breathing. By the way, I wouldn’t generally advocate using a mirror to look up people’s noses: a) it’s not very polite, and b) it can make you feel quite queasy.
Best we cut a long story short here. We eventually got underway at about ten, didn’t forget anything of any importance, didn’t hit any traffic, and arrived at la Trinité almost without incident. (The qualification refers to a spot of bother finding the supermarket in Vannes, which is so large you can probably see it from the moon.)

The Mate looking sheepish, or perhaps just peckish

We were delighted to find the Nara very conveniently moored near the centre of the marina and easy walking distance from the free, unlimited stay, car park. We dumped our stuff on the boat, had an excellent dinner at l’Arrosoir and crashed out, to dream of the exciting week in prospect…