Summer is definitely past and fall is in the air.
We all slept well after a very expensive french dinner, with dessert. So much for will power.
The morning was spent without incident, sailing past kilometres of neatly laid out oyster farming racks. We are told to adhere closely to a narrowly defined boating channel that looks great from 3000 feet or a nautical chart but is beyond comprehension while sailing along on it. Bloody French! [Its a joke!]
Before noon we were moored up in the picturesque town of Marseillan. The population is about 8,000 to 10,000, 7500 of whom were sitting in the 1000 yard stretch of boat harbour in cafes and restaurants, looking at this scruffy yet elegant and confident troupe of Canadians traipsing by in search of photographs and food.
We were partially successful in that we found a couple of pastry shops that sold a Subway-like sandwich and other essentials for a light lunch. There we spent some of the Euros that sister Moe gave us a few weeks ago to spend on the trip. We still have a few Euros left that may help with the wine tab tonight. Thanks Moe, from all of us.
The voyage is getting easier for us all as we become accustomed to life aboard and each other. Believe it or not, we are exactly half way through the boat part of the journey and are home in 11 days.
In spite of overspending last night it appears that we are destined to another night of eating ashore. The girls seem to have latched onto the vague and ambiguous edict that thoult "Shalt not discharge any water from your boat into The Great French Salt Lake", however, on either side of the Lake are canal boats such as ours that are only restricted from discharging water into the canals while in ports. In other words its ok to use the toilets going in and out of port, but not while moored.
As a matter of interest: I have obviously given up in trying to pronounce all the French names of cities, ports, food etc., let alone spell them on this darn iPad. he iPad keeps trying to auto-correct me and that leads to anger issues and we certainly would not want that would we?
At this writing, around 3:30 pm our time and 6:30 am Vancouver time, Friday, I am the only one aboard, doing the blog on a serene and sunny boat. I can barely feel the rocking and the chatter of the people as they stroll by, pacing the quayside. The other three have gone off on their bikes in search of the unknown. I am in heaven, time for a nap!
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