Anchored here in the Rade de Brest after a gentle sail to the entrance to the Aulne, serenaded by flocks of helicopters and schools of milatary Ribs. While trying to tack back into this bay, we were hasselled by an unmarked, possibly military, motor launch. She hooted at us, one long blast, circled us, even though we had tacked out of her way. The second time we hove to and shrugged our shoulders, nil on Ch16. We carried on, avoiding further antagonism by not taking a photo! Several, presumably local yachts were left alone!
Regrettably, Le Tapecul bar, at L'Aberlauch, was closed on Tuesdays, so we contented ourselves with a walk through the lovely woods.
We met an American couple, Daryl and Jean, and their young dog, off "Skagerat" a largish bermudan sloop. Live aboards, they were making their way to Ardrossan for the winter, via the Channel Islands, to introduce their passported dog to the UK by ferry!
Sunset over Rade de Brest
I guess "Skagerat" was "setting off into the sunrise!
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