Richard and I take a walk along those same roads I had biked last night. Beaucette Marina, an old quarry, with the tide out had seemed like a collection of masts at the bottom of a cold dark hole.
This morning with the sun shining and the tide in it was a delightful place to stop for a cuppa. So idyllic Richard starts investigating the cost of a berth and dreams of taking 'our boat' to the Mediterranean.
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