… is back in town today?
And if you guessed Marité you get one point. Guessing Thora brings you another point. And if you guessed them both, you earn three gold stars, five merit marks and a night at the opera with your favourite film star
We’ve had what can only be described as a “busy” day in port today.
And if you had added Normandy Trader to your list, you would have won the entire internet.
She came into port on the morning tide by the looks of things because I noticed her in the harbour when I went out for lunch. Her turn-round wasn’t as quick as just recently as she didn’t leave until the afternoon tide by which time, as she was leaving, Thora was on her way in and they waved at each other as they passed.
Like I said, it’s been a busy day in port today. All we need now is a gravel boat and the Loch Ness Monster and we’ll hit the jackpot
So while you admire the photos of Marité manoeuvring … “PERSONoeuvring” – ed … her way into harbour this afternoon in the rainstorm, let me tell you about my day today.
Last night, as regular readers of this rubbish might have noticed, I crashed out well and truly long before I finished writing my notes. No sense in fighting to stay awake. i called it an early night.
But as what usually happens in cases like this, it didn’t do me any good at all because in news that will shock just about everyone, I was up and about long before even the first alarm went off.
When did that happen last?
So in the absence of any beauty sleep (and I need all that I can get of course) I had my medication and then had a listen to the dictaphone.
Unfortunately what went on during the night is not the kind of thing that I would like to recount so close to mealtime so I’m afraid that you’ll all have to do without it today. I accept no responsibility for your appetite.
However, a very warm welcome to Jem who made his debut appearance last night in my nocturnal meanderings. The list of visitors is growing and growing. We might even have a gravel boat and the Loch Ness Monster tonight.
Once I’d dealt with that, I mixed some dough.
Fresh proper bread flour now that I can get and with fresh yeast. I was impressed with the yeast that bubbled up just like it was supposed to and which I had never seen before. That was impressive.
The mix came out really well too – just as it should be. There’s a certain moment when the mix is just right where it starts to take the sticky dough off your hands and feels like a rubber or elastic ball.
That’s what you should be aiming for, and today’s was really good. So I left it and went to carry on with the notes from yesterday.
It took me about two hours to finish everything, what with one or two interruptions along the way.
One of them was from a school along the Lower North Shore of Québec. They wanted to use a couple of my photos OF ST PAUL’S RIVER on the “Forgotten Coast”.
Unfortunately she didn’t tell me which ones so they took some finding. And when I sent them to her, the mail was too big for her mailbox so I had to do a “wetransfer”.
By the time that the notes were finished, I went to look at the dough to see how it was doing.
And much to surprise it had risen – well over double the size that it was supposed to. So I quickly shaped it and put it in dish that I used to bake my bread, having greased it first.
Onto the side under a damp cloth where it stayed for half an hour or so. I went back into “the office” and made a start on this week’s music course. Have to try to catch up.
Half an hour later, I went back to look at the bread dough underneath the cloth to see how it was doing.
And to my surprise it had gone up like a lift and the cloth had lifted up right off the dish, so much had the bread risen.
This was obviously going to be a really good loaf, I reckoned. I put the oven on and when it was stinking hot, I stuck the bread in. 10 minutes on 230°C and 60 minutes on 210°C (I’ve decided not too cook it for so long this time) and we’ll see what happens.
And here’s the finished product.
Just look at this! It’s the first real loaf that I’ve ever made. It looked like bread, sounded like bread, felt like bread, sliced like bread and tasted like bread. I was so impressed.
So that’s the secret then. Decent flour, decent yeast, a decent mix, and not to cook it so long. I’ll have to see what the next one will turn out like, to make sure that it’s not “beginner’s luck”.
Another thing that I’m going to have a go at is fruit bread, like sultanas, dried fruit, walnut, fig, bananas and so on. Something for an afternoon snack.
For lunch I made my sandwiches with some of that lovely bread, and then went outside to sit on my wall in the sun.
This was when I noticed that Normandy Trader had come into the harbour earlier in the morning. They weren’t working on her, which probably means that she’s fully loaded ready to go as soon as the gates open.
But what’s she doing with a forest on board? I thought that Birnam Wood went to Dunsinane, not to Jersey.
By the time that I was ready to go for my afternoon walk, I’d finished my week’s music course. And now I can (in theory at least, because I’m useless on the piano) improvise the blues in diminished scales using the “motivic elements”.
And I’m actually noticing an improvement in my bass playing on the guitar – and not before time too, I reckon.
There was a telephone call this afternoon too. Ingrid rang me up for a chat and that was really nice. It’s been a while since we spoke.
She had lots of news to tell me and we chatted for ages catching up with our news. Despite her ongoing health issues she’s kept out of danger which was very nice to hear
When I went out for my afternoon walk the weather was still quite nice.
There were quite a few people about out there too enjoying the weather. And it was another one of those days where the views out to distance were really good.
We’ve seen Cap Fréhel away down the Brittany coast a few times just recently but today was certainly one of the better days in my memory. I reckon that the cape is about 70 kms from where I’m standing.
The above photo came out so well that you could actually see the fort and the lighthouse with the naked eye.
Or, at least, what I assume to be the fort and the lighthouse. Because they were so clear, I cropped the image and enlarged it to see if i could have a clearer indication of what those objects are on the horizon.
And I’m afraid to say that after all of that, I’m still none-the-wiser. I’m not even any better-informed either. The only solution I reckon is for me to go off for a wander with Caliburn one of these days.
It’s been a while since we’ve had an adventure.
The view out to the Ile de Chausey was quite interesting too.
To enhance the image I tried a little artistic effect but it didn’t seem to come out as I wanted it to. Still, it makes a change from a boring flat image.
From there, I threaded my way through the masses and walked on up to the lighthouse to see what was happening there.
The answer to that question was, as usual “not very much”. No aeroplanes, no bird-men of Alcatraz or anything.
What we did have though was a bunch of fishermen. We’ve seen dozens of these just recently, all taking advantage of the suspension of the detention à domicile to fit three months’ fishing into three weeks, even if it means, like these guys, doing it offshore in a zodiac.
But something that surprises me, and that is that in all the time that I’ve seen fishermen out here, and the numbers of fishermen that i’ve seen, I have never yet seen anyone actually catch anything.
And that goes for the fishermen on the rocks too.
We’ve seen dozens of those who have somehow scrambled down (never mind how they expect to scramble up again) the cliffs to the rocks at the water’s edge with their equipment. But today it was somewhat exaggerated. Every rock seemed to have its fisherman perched upon it casting his line into the water.
Te=he tide is on its way in too, and it comes in quite quickly. If they aren’t careful they will end up by being cut off from the shore.
No change in the chantier navale today. Still the same couple of boats, so I didn’t hang around there.
Instead I took a photo of a couple wrestling with a zodiac that they had dragged down with a van. It must be getting close to the time when the water will be deep enough to launch a boat from one of the ramps.
Back at the apartment, having finished the week’s work, I could make a start on the arrears.
A few (just a few) more photos from July 2019 edited, and I attacked one of the pages for the website that I’m in the process of rewriting. I need to push on with those.
But at 17:00 I broke it off and went outside.
By now it was teeming down with rain but I’d heard on the bush telegraph that Marité had been seen coming around the headland
First, though, we had Thora coming in.
She made her way down to her usual little corner underneath the crane where she can be unloaded. But how many times is it this week that she’s come into port?
Once she’d installed herself, Marité came in, as we have seen.
Apparently she needed some work doing which required her to be lifted out of the water. The boat lifts that we have seen here in the port de plaisance and the chantier navale have a lifting capacity of just 100 tonnes and as she weighs more than that, she had to go to Lorient where there was a bigger one that could lift her.
On my way back to the apartment I went to the other side of the headland to see if there was any sign of Normandy Trader
She was too far out at sea to take a decent photo, disappearing as she did into a rain squall.
How the weather had deteriorated in just the last two hours.
Back here there was the hour on the guitars and i’m feeling much more comfortable with them now, as I should be after all of the practice that I’ve been having just recently.
Tea was a burger with pasta and veg, followed by some more delicious apple crumble
It was then time for me to Go for my evening stroll.
It had stopped raining by now but still very wet underfoot. Nevertheless I set off up the hill on my run and instead of pausing for breath as I would normally do, turned the corner and ran down to the clifftop, bidding a cheery greeting to the itinerant as I passed.
And once again, we have fishermen just off the shore. A different group too than earlier, but by the looks of things, still having thr same amount of luck.
So with those people not accomplishing anything, I carried on with my walk around the headland once more.
Nothing much doing along there either so I ran on along the clifftop down to where I usually pause for breath.
Plenty of activity at the fish processing plant tonight. There was a lot of traffic out at sea fishing this afternoon and we saw some of it while we were out on our walk.
Tonight there are four articulated lorries with refrigerated trailers at the Fish processing plant tonight ready to take everything away tonight so that it will be in the seafood shops in the big cities tomorrow morning.
From there I ran on all the way down the Boulevard Vaufleury and round the corner at the end. And then I pushed on all the way down the rue St Jean, down the alley and back round to the viewpoint at the Rue du Nord.
No picnickers on the beach tonight but we did have a pile of kids scrambling around on the rocks down there tonight.
They don’t look as if they are fishing – at least, the couple nearest the camera, and I’m at a loss to understand what there is about this fascination with the rocks just recently
There was far too much cloud for a really decent sunset this evening which is a shame. We can’t win a coconut every time.
One photo came out really well though. It showed up the heavy cloud really well and made a strange reflection in the sea.
From there I ran on back to the apartment to write up my notes.
Tomorrow is Saturday and shopping. I don’t really need all that much, seeing as I haven’t been eating all that much just recently.
But I’ll go just for form’s sake. You never know what I might find at Noz.
