I got back from home last night after a trailer tyre blowout on the motorway. I had no spare wheel, so I had to dismantle the wheel in question and use a tyre from my launching trolley as a “jury rig” to get me home. I spent quite a while on the side of the motorway with the vehicles whizzing past to find a quick solution to get me off the motorway and a parking area near the toll station. That entailed the sacrifice of a plastic wheel, since I had not figured out a way to get the launching trolley tyre onto the trailer wheel. I would have been quite a picture, with torn trousers and hands dirtier than my feet as I battled with a temperature of about 30°C and pre-storm conditions! Fortunately I was well-equipped with tools, since I had to remove the bearing from the wheel, and separate the wheel rim into two parts to fit the tyre and inner tube. A bit more complicated than fixing a bicycle!
The week at the Semaine du Golfe was wonderful, and the weather was perfect, though the wind was wanting at times, causing participants to break out the oars. I have taken many photos and I have given my e-mail address to those who took photos of me, including a professional doing an article for a boating magazine. I’ll need a few days to get them all sorted out.
Here is Sarum (in the foreground) quietly laying in Port Anna on the final day.
A few days before, we were moored at Locmariaquer, and a lady was intrigued by my workmanlike vessel, so her camera clicked. I had got out all my papers because someone had asked me about what was on the programme. Ooh Aargh, me hearties!
There will be more photos coming and something of a description of the two parades and the days we spent in our flotilles. The organisation was amazingly good, the timing was perfect, as were the weather conditions. It was sometimes challenging in winds gusting up to force 6, when a few boats capsized. I just kept going, ready for those gusts, and managed to keep up with the faster boats.