After the Brest '92 Festival my wife and I were exhausted - speaking French all day, giving radio interviews, taking turns off our stand to explore the staggering variety of stands & boats, the whole site still humming with visitors at 10 pm. After that playing 'follow my leader' to get to the car a kilometre along the Quai du Commerce, still so full you couldn't walk against the flow.
We packed everything into the Escort, Syrinx on to the roof rack, and drove to the first lock on the Aulne (Chateaulin) River which flows into the Brest inland sea. All the camping gear is in the boat - ash tent hoops folded up visible in the stern, spare clothes in large plastic bag, gas stove in tin box under centre thwart - so I'm in the centre to trim her right. The Norwegian push-pull steering is ideal, just a couple of inches forward or back, and no changing your sitting position when you tack. She is making a knot and a half at 45 degrees to the wind as the midday breeze hardly ruffles the surface. |
