Thirteen years ago we were robbed here. Here’s where we tied up, near the town of Roquemaure.
We were on our ocean going sailboat, all 10 metres of her and having a grand old time taking time away from rolling oceans to carve a path through the middle of France.
With our mast lying prone, our make-shift tarpaulin and determination, we made our way up to the UK, where Noel fulfilled a dream he’d been harbouring for many years.
To find out what happened when we were robbed and what Noel’s achievement was, it’ll cost you the price of a cup of coffee.*
Here’s some pictures to whet your appetite….