Didn't want to go too far on the first day out and the wind was forecast from the NE, so Boulogne was the perfect destination.
Got the borrowed bike strapped on to the guardrail and we slipped our moorings at 12:30. The first notable thing to happen was lunch (always an important affair). It would appear that our newest crew member quite likes lunch.
I appreciate that in these photos it looks like we only gave her 2 tomatoes for lunch. Fear not, other prospective crew members, this photo was taken quite late on in the lunch break.
Then we had to work out where we were:
This went quite well. Claire established that we were somewhere near Varne light ship. Which was in fact very much the case:
Apart from spotting gert big container ships, there was nothing much to do, so the Skipper had a little sit down:
The galley slave was allowed up for a couple of minutes from tea/coffee making duties:
The skipper was still finding it a little incongruous having a push bike strapped to the guardrail. So much so that he took a photo of it.
So much fun was being had, we hardly noticed the time passing and soon as a soon thing (well, 17:30 BST), we had arrived in Boulogne:
The marina was the emptiest we have ever seen it, so mooring up was no problem. All the usual boaty things needed to be done and then the galley slave allowed us to tuck into the ice cold beer that had been saying "Hi" to me from the fridge all day.
A quick freshen up and the the ritual visit to "La Croisière". Not one of Boulogne's finest restaurants, but a friendly welcome and a guaranteed "on the house" large glass of Calvados at the end of the meal. All very Gallic.
Then off to bed for a well earned kip.
What adventures can tomorrow bring?
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