We start the day with fresh bread from the bakery and decide to leave as soon as the tide permits us to. They open the sill at nine and since there is a line of boats at the diesel pump, we continue out of the harbor heading for France. There is no wind, which makes the transit easy but a bit boring steaming forwards on a lame sea.

Our berth in St Peters Port. Could not be more central. But is it a coincidence that I often get a space next to the Church?

Leaving St Peters port

We arrive in Roscoff late and there is some confusion whether we need to do a customs clearance. There is a ferry terminal but no personnel so we decide to go and have something to eat – illegal immigrants or not. The only restaurant that had an open kitchen was Via Roma in the harbour and it became a very nice evening with Moules Roquefort and a great chat with the owner who had us as his only late evening guests.

The old harbour of Roscoff

Moules Roquefort at Via Roma

The lighthouse in the harbour