En France 54

 And still the boats keep coming. On a sunny weekend in peak holiday season. Seeking a berth. Stargazer was doubly fortunate, arriving at dusk on Thursday evening. We had one night 'a couple,' (rafted) on an upriver pontoon ; before the harbour master, out on his early morning rounds, on Friday, spotted me on deck. Quietly spiriting Stargazer onto a, just vacated, 'catway' (finger berth) on the (otherwise full) visitors pontoon. 

La Trinite is part rustic Breton rural retreat.

Replete with wooded headlands. . . . .

. . . . .and secluded bays.

And part multihull mecca.

Home base to a fleet of ULTIM foiling, round-the-world-rocket, trimarans.

Their heavily raked wing-masts dominating the river approach.

Home as well, to an active fleet of Class 40's. At the more accessible end, of the cutting edge ocean racing spectrum.

161, in the foreground, tore past Stargazer on our way in. Pointing higher and sailing faster. Proof, that whatever the armchair pundits may say, these scow bowed designs do 'go' upwind.

The racers bring an energy. With their comings and goings. Fettling and data checking.

Which juxtaposes, most engagingly, with the relaxed demeanor, of the traditional craft lying to the old stone quays ; and the timeless slate roofed cottages.

La Trinite combines the best aspects of Salcombe and Cowes. Whilst managing to retain its humility and humour, in a characteristically Breton manner. Small wonder that boats local, and from afar, are packing in on a summer's weekend.