Benodet

We spent a blissfully quiet night where the only noise was the occasional leaping fish and the slow tick tick of our mechanical logs tiny paddlewheel. The full moon glistened on the still waters of the Rivr Odet. Apparently this was a blue moon, it was however very pretty.

We had spoken to Dave by mobile and they had had a good sail to St Evette and had anchored there for the night. We agreed to meet at the anchorage at Anse du Trez which was at the mouth of the river entrance tomorrow.

In the morning we motored slowly down the wooded river and again we were struck by the similarity with the Helford or Fal. This included the wall to wall moorings as we came under the road bridge to Benodet. 

We continued to the anchorage and were joined by a junk rigged boat called J&B . We had a pleasant chat with the owner after we dropped anchor outside the swimming area of the beach.

The owner was from New Zealand but had lived in the UK for a good few years. He was planning to go upriver as he had a book called 'secret anchorages of Brittany' I had to inform him that not only was it no longer a secret but that it was no longer an anchorage, pretty much every one now being taken up by permanent moorings. We went ashore on our usual supermarket hunt while waiting for Dave to arrive.

Dark Tarn anchored off the point.

We discovered one eventually but in the process were amazed at the number of English voices we were hearing, it felt very strange! As we were setting off for the boat again we rang Dave to ask if he needed anything, he had just arrived at the anchorage. We enjoyed our usual afternoon coffee before setting off back in our splendid new dinghy.

Dave was anchored just near us.

So the mutual photo session was needed   before posting pictures of our miserable predicament for the benefit of the stay at homes in Preston.

Later Dave took us on a magical mystery tour up the Odet in " trouble and Strife" Hocus Pocus's tender, true to form the motor began to act up just as the tide began to pick up. We stopped in Benodet for a coffee with possibly the grumpiest barman we have met so far!

On returning to Dark Tarn we were rolling a lot as a good deal of swell was finding its way around the point. Remembering how peaceful it had been up the river that afternoon Lynne and I decided it would make a quieter night so we raised anchor and set of up the river on the last of the flood tide. We discovered our neighbours in a ' secret anchorage' at Anse de Combrit so we joined them, I'm not to proud to eat my words!

Hopefully we will have a peaceful night. Lynne immediately got the pressure cooker out and began to create Boeff Bourginion.