So………. to use common parlance, we arrive back at Frejus. We have had a three and a half hour sail to the straits between Les Iles Lerins where we swam and ate bavettes before making a run for our home port. We have a drink at La Terrasse before eating a light supper around avocadoes and a handful of prawns. Before I go to bed I surf the internet and find various articles and commentaries amongst which is this piece in the Guardian regarding Boris Johnson and whether he has been outmanoeuvred: if he runs for Tory leadership and fails to trigger Article 50 he is finished, if he does not run and abandons the field then he is finished, if he runs, wins and pulls the UK out of the EU, then it will be over. Scotland will break away, there will be upheaval in Ireland, a recession, broken trade agreements. Then he is also finished………….. In actual fact things play out rather differently over the immediately succeeding days which just goes to prove that in politics you cannot predict anything. And as I and others are prompted to say several times as events unfold in a way beyond the most fanciful of fiction “You couldn’t make it up…..”
On the morrow we have arrived at the penultimate day of our holiday with the Tailles. Nick and I plan to take them out to lunch in one of the nicer restaurants in the marina. After lunch we have some quiet time on the boat then Olivier turns up to help Francois and Nick install the new batteries. Finally. We give Olivier a thank you apero at La Terrasse before returning to the boat for supper. I log on to read my messages and download thirty including one from Liz with a photo of Mum and the legend “She’s been all smiles since she got here!” I know what this means 🙂
Next day we take the boat along to St Tropez. Asked where I would like to go I make this suggestion which does not immediately find favour but this is because our hosts think I want to land and explore. No thanks, I am happy if we anchor offshore and chill out. As we are leaving the marina someone asks where Rachel is. ??!!! Well she is certainly not on the boat so we motor back to the pontoon and spend about twenty minutes searching for the errant cat who has hidden herself behind the console on a neighbouring boat.
Once anchored off St Trop in the Baie de Canebiers Francois and Nick try a bit of fishing both before and after lunch (Christine Street’s chicken curry) and are successful in landing enough for supper. They catch three species: oblade, sar and saupe which are all bream-like fish which fillet nicely and give us a delicious supper. Then there is the Joy of Packing.