We left our mooring this morning in stealth mode in case any harbour masters were lurking, and motored with the flood up to Saint Goustan, at the head of the river.
We were feeling in the mood to retreat from the sea for a few days and tuck ourselves up a river somewhere, and Saint Goustan looked to be the perfect spot.
The river was beautiful and quiet this morning and we only saw one or two heads emerge from boats as we passed, eating our breakfast on the way.
The river splits just above where we were moored last night, and from there onwards the channel is narrower and shallower and it is only possible to get all the way up to the pool at Saint Goustan with a rising tide.
We were tempted to take a right turn down the fork to Le Bono (not to be confused with Le Edge and Le Adam Clayton), where the great French sailor Bernard Moitessier is buried but we decided to leave it as the holding didn’t look great for anchoring. Plus, by a happy coincidence we discovered that my brother-in-law Ed’s parents were in the area on holiday, so we arranged to meet them for dinner in Saint Goustan.
We carried straight on up the channel, passing amazing waterside properties including a magnificently dilapidated looking chateau with a tarpaulined roof. Very soon we came to the road bridge south of Auray and St Goustan, and passed underneath to start looking for somewhere to stop for the night.
The moorings looked ok, but the tide is right for us to go alongside the quay and dry Planet out. We’ve been hoping to find somewhere to do this round here, as we haven’t seen her hull since Sicily and we’ve done quite a few miles since then. After a bit of waiting for the tide to come in enough for us to reach the quay, we tied up alongside the quay with the help of two very nice men who emerged from the cafe by the quay right in the spot where a similar sized boat was dried out in the photo in our pilot book.
Saint Goustan is very pretty and we’ve had a lovely afternoon wandering around looking at the old timber framed buildings and waiting for the tide. Apparently it used to be a very important port. The old photos we’ve seen in galleries show large trading ships alongside the quays here, and according to a plaque on the quay Benjamin Franklin landed here during the American War of Independence, sent to ask for aid from France.