Roscoff - Layover Day 2
I awoke to a beautiful sunrise, I can peek through my small cabin window and see the harbour wall. I like that image so much you can have it again :-). I was wondering where the storm was, there was a fresh breeze but nothing much at that time.
We possibly could have sailed to L’Aber Wrach’t about 6-8 hours away, but Marco had met another Aussie who had been sailing in the area for 15 years. He said he wouldn’t. In fact he heard from one of his contacts that was “round the corner” that it was mayhem down there. Oh well, better go and see some more or Roscoff.
I started working on my blog , which is why it is a few days behind.
We got a bus to the start of the bay that Roscoff is in. It must have saved us all of 10 minutes. We climbed up to this little chapel on the hill which had lovely views, and some exquisite old Breton style houses that shared that fantastic view of the bay.
We descended and the walked along to the old town. The tide, as you can see was out. Interestingly the multi-coloured fishing vessels just rest on their keels and lean against the quay. You wouldn’t want to get that wrong!
We walked along, where the market had been the day before. As you would expect there was quite a lot of fish at the market, and the fishmongers would fillet the fish for customers. You can see here what they did with the rest of the fish! There were lots of seagulls still feasting on the carcasses.
As we approached we saw this young girl scaling the harbour walls . Quite bizarre.
Roscoff has one of the longest “functional” piers I have ever seen. It gets people out to where a ferry can take them across to an island just offshore. Not the prettiest, but quite interesting. Anyway here is a seagull. Underneath we could see people dredging up clams(?) or something. You can see the pier from the old town between the buildings.
Into town for a coffee
I’m sure Sue or Granny can tell me about what is hanging in the window.
One of the more bizarre diving platforms I have seen. At least there is a notice giving advice as to where the water level should be when you jump off it. As you can see there is no water in sight! The tides on here can be 9-10m which is just huge. It also impacts the sailing quite a lot.
We got the bus back from town and when it dropped us off we went for a little walk around the back of the marina to get this view.
As we were not sailing the next couple of days, we had a couple of drinks that evening. We went up to the bar at the marina, where a lady with some kind of English accent served us Pastis/Ricard. I had forgotten how much I like it. We then went back to where Chloe made us Aperol cocktails. Followed by Marco’s fabulous chilli, a cheeky bottle of french red 5€ and a chilled evening. Finished off with a game of cribbage. Marco got 24 from one hand !
Below are the photos in a gallery!
