Greeted by a tangerine sunrise we slipped back into the River Seine, turned west and sixty miles later we arrived on the east side of the Cherbourg peninsular and the small port of St Vaast Le Houge.     Yet again, the only wind was in our face and was exactly the same speed as the READ MORE

Returning along the canal to Ouisterham we found the exit to the sea blocked by a howling wind and  waves breaking over the lock gates. We therefore decided that we’d become World-Cup football fans for any country that happened to be playing, so we stayed a few days more! When the chaos subsided we worked READ MORE

We spent a few evenings in Caen and each night we were entertained by a side show of musicians chanting to a melody of African drummers whilst the remainder clubbed a local resident to death on the side of the Canal, well that’s what it looked like and certainly that’s what it sounded like!      READ MORE

Having boosted the local economy sufficiently in emptying most local outlets of wine, beer and our newcomer to the drinks cabinet namely ‘Pastis’, it was time to move on.   We’d discovered that Pastis appears to be a harmless looking fluid and with ice and a splash of water it slips down easier than a Jamaican READ MORE

Today we crossed the Greenwich Meridian back to the Western Hemisphere and nothing very nautical happened other than we headed for Ouistreham. Leaving Le Havre we watched the start of a solo 400 mile race which takes yachts on a non-stop sail  to Cherbourg, then to somewhere off the coast of Cornwall and back again READ MORE