Roscoff layover - Day one
We were now settled into Roscoff. The reason for being here, apart from it being a stunning place, is that there were some pretty hefty winds arriving soon and we needed to be in safe harbour to weather the storm. We had also needed to get across the Channel before that storm hit.
After the night sail, we needed a good days rest. The weather was a bit grey and dull but that was fine. In the morning we went to town to get some cash and fresh food. We were pleased to see there was a market on. There were police on duty and hand sanitiser at all of the entrances with people making sure you used it! Face masks compulsory!
We had no money though, so into town the town centre to get cash out.
We had another walk along to the Cathedral. Passing the boulangeries along the way, which were just far too tempting. The boys got a pain au chocolat which I resisted and but then fell to the allure of a French onion tart.
While walking around, we noticed near the road to the docks, this plaque to Marie Stuart. She arrived here from Scotland in 1548 ….. or maybe not according to wikipedia
Back to the market where I bought myself a lunch of freshly cooked Borek.
Another interesting fact is about onion Johnnies:
“Roscoff is renowned for its picturesque architecture, labelled “petite cité de caractère de Bretagne” (small town of character)[2] since 2009. Roscoff is also a traditional departure point for Onion Johnnies.”
So here are some onions.
We bought monkfish and some veg for dinner, then back to the boat.
Marco spent the rest of the day wrestling with EE to buy some more data so Chloe could get her netflix fix :-). After a few phone calls he succeeded with getting 40Gb. That should do a couple of series!
I had a siesta and started setting up my blog and then cooked.
I cooked a monkfish, chickpea and chorizo stew , which I have to say was lush! After John and Marco’s culinary excellence the pressure had been on!
We finished the day by playing crib. Which I haven’t played since I was a kid. I didn’t do too badly then I taught them “Queen of spades” – badly – then bed.