A pretty town and a morning walk up through the Eucalyptus forests to a viewpoint above the town before departure.
Viveiro Eucalyptus Forest
A journey right up the river to a tiny marina at the end. We were surprised to find that our chart seemed to show the location of the channel better than the buoys that were supposed to be marking it.
We were lent keys by one of the berth holders as the guy running the marina was away on holiday.
When we left we returned the keys to his boat with a bottle of wine. (finally found a great use for the white wine that neither of us drink)
We changed the roller furler that we broke on the Biscay crossing at Marina Seca.
We couldn’t get the spares to replace the broken foil on the old one as it was at least 20 years old.
While we waited for it to arrive we explored the surrounding Rias and got on with some other maintenance tasks like re-stitching the mainsail cover.
What a beautiful anchorage under an old fort, in crystal clear water and dead calm.
A fantastic walk around the headland.
When a big ship comes fast into the Ria and you are cooking without the stove gimballed the resulting 1m wake will spill the curry all over the cooker, the floor and the cook (Dan)
Illa de Ons and Ila Cies
A small taste of sailing to beautiful islands. Part of a nature reserve and out of season so almost deserted. They the white sand beaches but we are still looking forward to warmer water as we go further south.
Santiago de Compostela
Well worth the journey inland to visit this historic city.
This brought us to the end of the end of Pilgramage that we completed by sea from Gijon. Even if sailing seemed rather a cheat compared to walking it.
We had a quick stop at Gavrinis. The site of one of the largest megalithic tombs in Brittany.
Turns out you are supposed to book this in advance. So we just snuck in.
We had a French family in a small motor boat stop by asking for directions back to Arradon. Not sure they knew how to read a chart as even when we pointed out exactly where they were they still wanted us to point to them which way they needed to go.
We sailed on to head up the river to Auray.
Got the tides right this time catching the last of the ebb out then the flood as we turned up the river.
We Tacked up the channel until we ran out of wind and it started to get really shallow, so we dropped sail and motored the last mile.
We were kept passing then being passed by a beautiful wooden Smack, the Unity of Lynn. We found out later that this had been built in Essex in 1906. We could sail faster than them but we couldn’t cut the shallow corners.
A Smack is a traditional sailing fishing boat used off the coast of Britain.
The Gulf of Morbihan is like a mini inland sea full of islands with 2 rivers flowing into it and only a narrow channel connecting it to the ocean.
With the big tidal range in this area there is a really strong tidal flow flowing into and out of the Morbihan. This is fine as long as you time it right.
We were lazy and just looked at the flow arrows on Navionics (our electronic charts). Turns out they are wrong. When we checked in 2 separate almanacs (Reference books showing ports, tides, tidal flows and other useful information for sailing) and showed the correct information.
Still it was pretty interesting sailing up the channels at about 7 knots through the water and 1 knot over the ground. There were several other boats sailing in as well so it felt like a very slow speed race.
We anchored off of Ile Aux Moine (Monk Island). Then moved to a buoy when a boat left as the tidal flows are pretty strong.
The next day we spent exploring the island visiting the dolmen of Penhap and the Cromlech of Kergonan which date back to about 3500 B.C.
This is a small group of islands about 10 nautical miles south of la Foret Fouesnant and Concarneau. It is home to the famous french sailing school Les Glénans, which started up after the 2nd world war to help young people learn to enjoy life again. It is now the largest sailing school in France (and Europe?)
It is a beautiful archipelago that gets pretty busy with tourists coming across on ferrys from the mainland, yachts and motorboats, all visiting the pristine sandy beaches within the shelter of the surrounding islands.
We sailed all the way to the anchorage, ok the engine was running just incase we needed it as it was pretty tight and there were millions of dinghys everywhere. And we didn’t drop anchor under sail as it was busy and we want space to mess it up in private when we try doing this for the first time.
It was also low tide and we had about 20cm under the keel at times, when our intermittent depth display was showing or when I ducked below to check the repeater downstairs.
It is all pretty flat once you are in there and I kept a look out from the bow when it got really shallow. It looked only about a meter deep through the super clear water but we didn’t touch.
It makes the sailing much more interesting when there are islands, boats and shallow bits to constrain where you choose your route. The early Les Glénans boats sailed round here and across the channel with no engine (maybe they had a smaller draft though). It was nice to follow this tradition rather than motoring.
We thought we had sorted it in Morlaix and it was dry for a bit but it was still leaking. Time to sort it properly and change it.
If you don’t know what the stern gland (stuffing box) is then you’re probably with most of the population (worryingly probably including some of the boating population). It is a seal that fits around the propeller shaft, allowing it to turn freely but not allowing water in. There are many types, ours is a dripless one that apparently should last for many years with minimal maintenance……
When you remove the old stern gland you are effectively opening a hole in the bottom of the boat, below the waterline.
We could see 3 options:
Pay to haul the boat with a crane, expensive.
Change it with the boat in the water, possible and we were seriously considering this option. We watched someone else do it on a you tube video so we knew what we were doing.
Find a good harbour wall to dry out against and change it between tides. This involves getting the boat to lean against a wall while balanced on its keel.
We went for option 3.
Someone else had tied up the tide before and the bottom looked like a sandy muddy mix, not rocky.
Fenders in place and ballast on the side
Enough lean to keep us from going the wrong way
We stacked everything easily portable and heavy along the wall side rail and tide a halyard to the shore to make sure we weren’t going to tip away from the wall. We used our overly large supply of fenders and fender board to keep her off the wall
We had to take the coupling off the engine and then take the flange off the end of the shaft to get the old seal off and the new seal on. We had sprayed the bolts the night before to help us out and it came off the engine with some big spanners and a bit of effort.
Once we had worked out how the coupling actually held onto the end of the shaft we had a much better chance at getting it off. The video of a guy taking off a brand new coupling from a brand new shaft didn’t really give us the flavour.
There is only so much force you can feel comfortable applying before you start to doubt that you are doing it the right way and not about to break/bend something that will be very expensive to fix.
The video of the guy sweating for 4 days over his cramped in an awkward position gave us hope that we just needed to try harder and we were doing it right.
It didn’t come off on the first low tide so we were going to be against the wall for another day.
Some spray, some bigger leavers on the socket and some more effort and with a big bang, off it came.
After that swapping the stern gland was easy and straight forward.
With each tide we were more relaxed about resting against the wall. Reducing the ballast a bit and adjusting it forward so we stayed slightly more upright and not needing to touch the line lengths. We always made sure that one of us was there as we touched though.
Other jobs we got done
We managed to get a bunch of other useful jobs done at the same time:
Checked there was no damage after our mud exploit.
Cleaned a large family of creatures from around the log that had made it their home since the Morlaix mud and stopped our speed sensor working when we stopped for a night.
Cleaned same creatures out of our engine cooling water intake.
Cleaned some weed off the propeller (we were not sure if the lanolin we put on helped of not).
Checked all of the anodes.
Gave the waterline a good clean.
Took our Genoa (fore sail) up to the local sail maker to fix the small rip in the UV strip. http://www.lebihan-voiles-france.fr/contact/1 They did a fantastic job, at a good price, ready the next day and checked over the rest of the rest of the sail for us with a few extra stitches here and there.
It is really sociable. We met loads of people who just stopped for a chat.
When you are out on a buoy or at anchor you can be a bit isolated from the other boats and people around you. Which while it’s nice and private makes it much harder to meet new people.
When we finally left our wall spot we headed up the river and moored next to Graham and Fiona in Wild Angel and stopped across for drinks.
We even nearly joined them to sail back across to England on Wild Angel as our dates looked like they were going to match.
There is always great fireworks displays on the 14th July. We just needed to make sure that we were near a reasonable sized town. We headed for Benodet.
We had anchored up off the main beach. As the evening approached our anchorage got busier and busier. Turns out they were all there to see the show and we were in the perfect spot. We had expected to row to shore and join the crowds on the river bank but we sat on the bow with a blanket and beer and watched the fireworks over the water.
Bastille day is a celebration of the French revolution and is celebrated on the day of storming the Bastille in Paris. In truth this is only just the very beginning of the French republic and an end to the ruling by the monarchy and nobility who inherited there positions through birth. It was another 4 years before King Louis XVI lost his head. And a lot longer before France saw peace again.