Four hours from St Cast and after rounding the Cap Fréhel is St Quay Portreax our next port of call.    On entering, yet again, my French skills at numbers got the better of me again as when asked how long LJ’ was I said ‘trente metres’ when I should have said ‘trieze’.    Once the Capitinere READ MORE

On a miserable dull day we set off to return to the UK.     The sea state, wind, swell and temperature were all nothing less than miserable so you could cut the atmosphere on board with a spoon !      But then after sixty miles of slogging away and within sight of Salcombe, the READ MORE

Whilst putting away the Channel Island money and opening the ‘Euro’s’ wallet what would you say when you expect to find an empty pocket and instead you find €60 staring you in the face .. things must be looking up..       ” order_by=”sortorder” order_direction=”ASC” returns=”included” maximum_entity_count=”1000″] Obviously the 3 weeks back in an English speaking READ MORE

Arriving at any marina at night is always a challenge but to arrive at one you’ve never been to before is a good test of the nerves and requires digging into the grey matter to check if any navigational knowledge remains there after all these years. St Helier has the only deep-water marina on the READ MORE

With sun shining and flat seas we chose to head for the Sark, one of the smaller Channel Islands. Having discussed the route, Nina was happy to be taken up the Percée Passage (settle down children) which is a very narrow rocky path transiting between the islands of Herm and Jethou. Sark has a population READ MORE

The locals of Cherbourg were still celebrating their 4-2 World Cup victory at 2am the next morning when we escaped into the darkness of the English Channel heading for Guernsey.    After two months in France we were heading for the Channel Islands and back to Britain, well you would have thought so if it READ MORE

When France play Croatia in the World Cup where would you rather be? At home lounging on the sofa or in Cherbourg.  We felt Cherbourg might be interesting especially when the Bastille celebrations are the day before.   Our mistake was assuming that any form of sleep during this 48 hour period was going to be READ MORE

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