Isle d'Yeu

 We had decided to stay on the island for the weekend as the weather was looking decidedly windless. So it turned out to be. In the morning I took a walk to a local Boulangerie which had the novel claim to cook their bread in wood fired ovens. Lynne was beginning to think she was in one too so I delved into the recesses of out huge cockpit locker to retrieve our sun awning. I hadn't expected to need this before the tropics!

However it made a very pleasant place to eat lunch.

With a nice view of the harbour.

We thought a walk around might be a good idea so we left the marina and ambled to the nearest beach, which turned out to be just outside the marina.

 Lynne was disappointed to discover there were no naturist beaches on the Isle d'Yeu.

The Marina is just in the background in this photo.

I had a hankering to walk inland. I had recently discovered that Marshal Petin had been imprisoned on the island after the war and had died at the citadel in 1951. We consulted our map and spent a pleasant half an hour wandering around the interior. Ie d'Yeu is very well populated I am guessing the majority of houses are holiday homes. Before long we arrived at the Citadel, it comes on you quite suddenly at the bottom of a wooded lane.

 It has a large dry moat and obviously at one time a drawbridge, the walls are decorated with cemented in canons.

 We walked around and had a good look at everything , there were information boards telling the story of various periods in the citadels history but curiously we could find no mention of Marshal Petin, perhaps it was a shameful memory.

Some of the passages were very dark and gloomy.

 We made our way back towards the harbour and stopped of to resupply with cool drinks at a local supermarket before finding a cool spot to sit beside the busy harbour.

The temperature was over 30 degrees and this was at 5 in the afternoon. We made our way back to Dark Tarn and tried to stay cool under our awning.

Ready for an evening on the town!