celandine
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We arrive mid evening and we can’t leave the marina because the gate is locked. "You need a key (deposit 30 Euros) from marina office,” someone informs us. We dodge out behind them. We find the marina office; it is closed for the day and now we can’t get back aboard. We sneak in behind someone - so much for security. A while later we develop a thirst - like you do. We eye-up the bars on the key, and decide to go for another break-out. This time there is no one else about ; we are locked in. We are standing by the gate mournfully contemplating our lot when a local 12-year-old kid comes by on his bicycle. “Attend monsieur, j’ai un clef” (Hang on mister, I’ve got a key) He quickly opens the gate before disappearing into the night - so much again for security. We make it to the bar just in time to avoid serious dehydration complications. On returning, the gate is of course still locked and this time the local kids and their keys are all in bed. However
emboldened by the local brew, we climb round the gate (30 foot drop, and so much again for security) We get back aboard and leave early for Fecamp.
No doubt the locals think it enormously amusing to treat visitors in this way. Personally I think it's not clever; it’s not funny, and can only end in tears.
emboldened by the local brew, we climb round the gate (30 foot drop, and so much again for security) We get back aboard and leave early for Fecamp.
No doubt the locals think it enormously amusing to treat visitors in this way. Personally I think it's not clever; it’s not funny, and can only end in tears.