I set off, from Treguier's market square. With its richly painted half timbered buildings.
The winding roadway drops away steeply, beneath my feet. Stone houses huddle close at either hand.
Until I reach the valley bottom. Where cottages cluster, to dip their toes in the fast flowing waters of the river.
Back in port, a crowd has gathered. The German flagged Boreal, Sunflower, is being lifted, for the winter.
Her centreboard configuration allows her to be simply floated, onto an hydraulic cradle, at high water.
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