An irate fisherman puts Anglo-French relations to the test but the fleet pulls together and holds a barbecue on the pontoon to make the most of the summer evening
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An irate fisherman puts Anglo-French relations to the test but the fleet pulls together and holds a barbecue on the pontoon to make the most of the summer evening.
Today was a rest day in Paimpol so it was lazy mornings all round, which was just as well considering the overflow of wine and beer bottles at the recycling bank this morning.
And that wasn’t the only reason for sore heads. A few of the fleet were subject to a rather drunken tirade from a French fisherman last night – apparently British motorboaters are to blame for everything that is wrong with his life. And this afternoon he was back, still drunk and making even less sense than yesterday. It’s a shame really as the rest of the locals have treated us as some kind of magnificent spectacle and tend to just unashamedly stare at us from the quayside before continuing on their way.
Still, the fleet didn’t let the drunken ramblings of a mad man dampen their mood and after a day of chores, meandering and pottering around the boat, a few of the fleet held a barbecue on the pontoon, which seemed to lift spirits.
Elsewhere, Richard took a brief break to indulge in a spot of sunbathing but his enjoyment was short-lived when Ian from Chancer decided to give him a shower on the bathing platform. Revenge is best served cold, Ian – remember that.
Tomorrow we are heading to Binic and although it is only a 17-mile trip, there’s a lock to contend with this end and a one-hour tide window to deal with at the other end so it could get very interesting indeed.
