The peaceful pace of the river bewitched us a little and almost reluctantly we got ready to pull up the anchor after a full week dedicated to some little projects, purchasing of some stuff at the two chandleries and have even a repair done on the bow roller. La Vilaine wanted us to stay longer too as a thick fog surprises us the early morning of our departure. We almost missed the 8 o'clock opening of the lock waiting for the fog to lift. But the boat make up the decision for us. As we pull up half of the chain, we realize there is no hope to see anything for a while, so we abort everything and as the water is so still do not bother to add more chain,. Nothing to do but go back to bed for a while.... As I check for some break in the sky, I realize that Röde Orm despite the perfect stillness has drifted gently toward the shore. A pale light gives us some hope, and we decide to go, following the other boats in front of us in the lock. The fog lift at the approach of the sea and a splendid weather smiles on us, sunny, warm, but very calm. A very slight breeze encourages the captain to hoist his spinnaker, he had done it just once before ! It is a good exercice, even if it last a too short moment. Very soon the bright sail hangs shamefully, as a bed sheet on a drying line....
Houat, the little island south of Belle île offers one of its beautiful anchorage to us, but also to 60 or more other boats on this beautiful sunday.... Most of them will go back to the main land in the evening. Houat (the duck) has kept all her charm and it is a privileged place with its little carless village. An out of time place, untouched even if tourism takes over during 2 months of the year. I had loved this island at first sight 30 years or so ago. I came back several times and found always the same attraction. And as if I had lived here in a former life, I feel attracted by the island, wishing to stay for a season, for even a full winter.
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