As we sailed pass Ile d’Ouessant the Thursday before, it was too foggy to pay this Island a visit. Being curious on this western outpost, I decide to go there by the ferry service but as I come to buy the tickets early in the morning, they were already fully booked.

Instead of taking another walk through the “diesel punk” city of Brest – I decide to take the dinghy for a trip. I read about the river Aulne and thought it should be a nice daytrip. The plan was to go in low tide, have a nice lunch in some city up the river, fill the tank and go back with the tide.

However; I misjudged the tidal effect on the river and after a while – the ”river” was more a ditch and finally I could not go on. Instead of waiting for the river to rise, I decided to go back.

Finally, I found the pretty city of Faou just as the tank meter was hitting the big E. There was no gas in the harbour so I had to take a kilometer hike before I could fill up at a gas station next to the motorway. Carrying the tank back gave me a good workout and since I had to wait out the tide I thought that I should reward myself with the nice lunch at restaurant Piazza on the city square. It is a Italian restaurant but with Moules Frites as specialty and that suited me just fine. The Moules Normand (mussels, wine and bacon) was a prefect break and when I came down to the boat, the tide was high and the current was gone. This made the trip back to Brest enjoyable in the sun with only small waves.

After that – I started to tick off boxes on the to-do-list. First project was to clean the dinghy thoroughly and redo the placement on the davits. Finally – I get the dinghy hanging, as I would like it. The rest of the evening, I walk the streets wondering about Life and the decisions that forms it.