Semaine days 1.

The upstart crew member with the fake 18th century diction who wrote the previous blog has been arrested by the Vannes police and carried off charged with gross indecency. We didn't see the goats being carried onboard, but now that we know, there is a definite addition of chevre to the smell of the bilge. May he get what he deserves in the dungeon they will throw him in.

The rest of the week passed in a pleasant daze, perhaps helped by the local brew, Lembig, which is an eau de vie de cidre, like Calvados but with stronger currents. We drifted up the Noyalo river on the tide with nothing but seabirds for company, and back down again, and amazingly, with Ian on the helm, we turned round before we went aground. We spent a night at le Bono, with a lovely old harbour and some fine music. It's interesting that the local bands play Breton music with gusto, but when noone is looking, they play Irish music, which everybody agrees is much more interesting, and they play it with care and attention.
The photo is of La Cancalaise, a replica lugger with an amazing rig, which would have dredged for oysters, scallops and flatfish, and Dorothy, the 1894 Thames A rater which regularly wins the concours d'`élégance at classic regattas. Sights such as this are several times a day occurrences during the week.