
Lost At Sea; French by Numbers; Culinary Capers..
Greg, our Best Man asked us if we think we will survive this trip and I must admit, I do wonder. Our caravan learning curve has certainly involved a lot of destruction, although Mark calling me clumsy is like the pot and the kettle. He came in from windsurfing looking a bit sheepish. “I just had to self-rescue…” he admitted. He had forgotten to screw his sail to his board, so when he gained a bit of speed, the whole rig had come away in his hand!
Rosie has developed incredible skill an escape artist. Continue reading “A Postcard from Quiberon – Part 2”