Well, we've successfully completed the first parts of our peregrination and completed the complicated procedures to load ourselves no our dogs onto the Brittany Ferries vessel Armorique. In fact, this blog is being written from a rolling seat aboard in the seaway opposite Roscoff. It promises to be a turbulent crossing, luckily we are both good sailors
Later... In fact, it has got quite rough, it's better to stay seated, as to walk about risks to make you into a caricature of a drunk, reeling from side to side searching for a hand-hold...luckily, there are not a huge number of passengers on this crossing, it always puzzles me how Brittany Ferries can make a living in the winter, I don't suppose these large ships do many miles per gallon , or more likely per ton of fuel...
It's quite noticeable how the move to the north from home causes the surrounding conditions to change. It was colder this morning at St. Brieuc , and still dark at eight when I went out to feed the dogs, in France dawn would already have broken. I have just put my watch back to Greenwich Mean time and night is falling fast , over a wave-tossed sea. Not hard for me to find reason to live where we do, even though it's good to visit Plymouth from time to time.
Right, bye for now before these musings disappear, as they've shown worrying signs of doing. See you soon from Angleterre!
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