Thirteen years ago we were robbed here. Here’s where we tied up, near the town of Roquemaure.
New buildings just over the bank.
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 prone.
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.
With our mast where it should be!
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.*
Of Foreign Build, my book detailing these and nine years of sailing escapades, will be out this coming November, details here. (Follow my blog to be the first to learn about up-and-coming freebies!)
Here’s some pictures to whet your appetite….
The Big Chute in Canada (yes, that’s our boat up there – and us!)
More canals – this time Chicago
We were thrilled to sail into New York
On ‘reef’ watch
More canals – where? you’ll have to buy the book – note how we are dwarfed by four enormous barges – 2 tied up on each side and two coming down the middle together… we just slipped into this space in time!