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It was lovely to meet back up with Dave and Adrienne in the tiny harbour of Le Croisic.We had prepared for bows in berthing here but recently some small pontoon berths had been installed.As with most French marinas they just don`t do long fingers but these fingers were the shortest yet, which meant that to get on and off we were somewhere between the bow and the mast! Ok, that is a slight exaggeration but you get the idea.

Dave warned us to be careful about getting off the boat and onto the finger, because these were very springy fingers.He was not joking!Any sort of pressure meant is was highly likely to propel you into the murky waters of Le Croisic.I reckoned on Tom Daley having some sort of input into their construction.

The town is blessed with plenty of shops, restuarants and tabacs but still remains quiet and sleepy, a bit like myself at 7 in the morning!It has the added benefit of a main rail link to Paris and Nantes but it still retains it`s charm.

We enjoyed a few days at Le Croisic enjoying the company of our friends from Madoc Yacht Club.Adrienne`s sister Pat was still on her holidays and many of you will remember her from organising events in the club just a few years back, using her artistic skills to great effect.But it wasn`t so much her artisitic skills that grasped our attention, it was more to do with her psychic traits that caused a stir.

Every evening Pat delved into my past, a past even I couldn`t recall.It was spooky ,eerie, bringing back relatives and people from my childhood.Names long since gone, forgotten and filed in the annals of my mind but resurrected in a yacht`s saloon.People plucked from a time and place beyond this and forgotten, save times like this.Pat`s information was posing more questions than I had answers, causing me to question my psychic indifference.How could she know this stuff when I couldn`t recall it myself?I gave nothing as I had nothing to give.Wierd, very wierd.