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<\/a>This afternoon I went out and about on my afternoon ramble with the aim of going down to the chantier navale<\/em><\/p>\nHowever I was held up at the top of the Pointe du Roc by an exceptionally good view of the Brittany coast.<\/p>\n
It’s not come out so well though, because even with the monopod the strong gusting winds were making it impossible to hold the camera steady.
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We’d been down there once or twice after it reopened and I’d taken a few photos when I was down there on the viewing platform.<\/p>\n But it came to my mind that I hadn’t taken a photo of the viewing platform itself. I need to remedy that. And here’s something that I missed on the previous occasions when I’ve been round here. It’s a concrete wire anchor, presumably for a radio mast or something similar, and quite possibly dating from the time of the Atlantic Wall.<\/p>\n I’ll have to look on my 1943 photograph and see if there’s anything that gives me a clue. And it was round about here that I was drenched in the rain.<\/p>\n She’s called the Grand Beau Temps<\/em> and she is apparently registered here in Granville, although I don’t actually recall having seen her here in the harbour.<\/p>\n There wasn’t anyone around working on her to ask any questions unfortunately, so I don’t know any more about her. The first thing that caught my eye was here on the front. It looked at first as if it might be a grab of some description<\/p>\n But a closer inspection revealed that it might actually be some kind of gratter and suction pump And that makes it much more clear. She’s probably a dredger, although that doesn’t explain why she’s been in the harbour here the last couple of weeks.<\/p>\n After all, they only dredged that last winter and it won’t be silted up quite yet.<\/p>\n There’s a plaque from the owners affixed to the cabin. and the surprising thing that the plaque told me was that she’s apparently owned by the town of St Gilles Croix de Vie<\/p>\n That’s on the Vend\u00e9e coast opposite the Ile de Yeu where C\u00e9cile lived and where I went to visit back in 2013<\/a>.<\/p>\n So the plot sickens. This morning, having had a good early night and a decent sleep, I was up and about before the final alarm wen toff, which is always good news.<\/p>\n I’d been on a little voyage too during the night. I had an appointment at the Income Tax Office of all places in Northwich at 14:30. I was in Middlewich about an hour before, although it wasn’t much like Mifddlewich, and I had a couple of bags with me and a few other bits and pieces. I was on foot. I suddenly thought “how do I get to Northwich?”. I know the two roads that go there but which one do I take and which one gets me to the town centre because I couldn’t think which would be the best way to go. I was walking past Middlewich railway station (which was nothing at all like Middlewich railway station). There were some travellers parked there, a fairground, loads of buses and cars parked around there. And a taxi, an old FX4, was going to the station. It was L-registered (1973) so I thought that this must be the oldest taxi still working in the UK. It was rattling and clanking. I had to climb the hill to get over the railway bridge which of course doesn’t exist (but reminded me of where the canalised Weaver runs through Northwich near the old Hospital) but going up this bridge I just could not put one foot in front of another. It was just as if I was having to drag tons of stuff up behind me over this bridge. All I had was a couple of files of paperwork. I was just not able to put one foot in front of another. In the end there was some kind of office and for some reason I went in to sit down. It was like a doctor’s surgery with loads of people sitting round. I sat down and there were a couple of small girls behind me about 6 years old chatting like little girls do. I suddenly wondered why I was there. This wasn’t doing me any good at all, I had my appointment at 14:30 and it was now 14:15. I thought that I would now have to take a taxi to get there on time and I’ll need some money for that – I didn’t have any English money. So I stood up ans started to go out of this room. I said to everyone, as a gesture of pride, that I would be back in a minute. Some woman asked “how long?” so I replied “a minute or two” but of course I wasn’t coming back at all. I smiled at this young woman by the door and said “you can’t do anything without any money, can you?” and I went out, planning to go to the station to see if that taxi was there. With an early morning, we ended up with an early start to work and, in some really excellent news as far as I’m concerned, I’ve finished all of the dictaphone notes.<\/p>\n And I’ve also linked up the notes to the photos for Canada October 2015 and made a start on September 2015.<\/p>\n This is great progress indeed – to finish off one of my long-term tasks – and I gave myself a metaphorical pat on the back.<\/p>\n There are still plenty of other long-term tasks that need attention, so it’s not really made mush difference to the backlog of work.<\/p>\n It also helped that I didn’t have any distractions of any kind today, except lunch and my afternoon walk.<\/p>\n And also, a little 20-minute relax on the chair.<\/p>\n Another thing that is some kind of progression is that I now know what to do with the left-over stuffing from the pepper. Slice some onion and garlic and fry it with cumin, coriander and turmeric. In the meantime, cut a small potato into small cubes and give it three minutes in the microwave.<\/p>\n Then add the potato, the left-over stuffing and anything else that’s lying around and likely to be wasted, and make some rice and vegetables, and there you are.<\/p>\n Followed down by apple pie and coconut sorbet. Absolutely delicious.<\/p>\n The light was really good tonight, looking towards the east, and the casino and the beach at the Plat Gousset were perfectly illuminated.<\/p>\n It’s a shame that there were so few people about out there enjoying it. Half a dozen down there on the beach and the promenade and just two or three people wandering around the walls. No prizes for guessing what it was, because it’s that time of the evening. So I wandered round to the other side of the walls and there I encountered Victor Hugo<\/em> just coming into port.<\/p>\n It’s that time of the year again and so the regular runs to the Channel Islands have restarted. She’ll be in and out on a regular basis for the rest of the summer season. The harbour gates are closed as you can see, and the red lights on display give that indication to ships and boats about to come in.<\/p>\n But there’a a queue of trawlers lined up at the harbour gates so I reckon that the gates must be right on the point of opening. And now I’m going to have yet another early night. I need a good shower to clean up, and then it’s shopping time tomorrow. I need to be on form and it would do me good.<\/p>\n<\/a>Just for a change seeing as I was heading down to the harbour, I took the stairs all the way down to the foot of the Pointe du Roc.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n<\/a>Continuing on around the footpath, and dodging the pedestrians who pressed on regardless of how narrow the path was, I had a good look around.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n<\/a>The maystery of the new yacht in the chantier navale<\/em> is resolved.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n<\/a>While I was down here, I went over to have a good look at the red and yellow pontoon that has been in the harbour for a couple of weeks and has now appeared in the chantier navale<\/em><\/p>\n
<\/p>\n<\/a>Round the back, there is what appears to be a suction outlet.<\/p>\n
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\nAt some point though right at the very beginning of this I’d been out on the Northwich by-pass. I remember thinking that I didn’t have much time but I was hungry and there was a corner shop in one of the small towns on the by-pass so I remember walking there thinking that most people wouldn’t bother doing this because it would be too far. But I went anyway, ended up in this town, missed the corner shop and that might have been where I ended up in Middlewich.<\/p>\n<\/a>And then out and about for the evening walk around the walls.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n<\/a>While I was out wandering around the walls, I’d seen something moving rapidly across the sea.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n<\/a>That wasn’t the only action that was going on down in the harbour.<\/p>\n
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\nvictor hugo port de granville harbour manche normandy france
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