Sgeir
Well-Known Member
We had some really great weather at the weekend, all the more surprising when looking at some of the appalling conditions a day later. We were completing a leisurely sail from the Clyde to our summer mooring at Loch Linnhe. On Saturday we met up with DaveS, and had a very pleasant evening in Puilladobhrain. It was so nice, we missed out the House of the Untrousered, ate on board and enjoyed the late evening sunshine.
Anyway, while partaking of our post prandials, we were fascinated by the skillful anchoring technique demonstrated by a French skipper in what was now an incredibly tight space. A very impressive figure, he gave us a cheerful Gallic wave, so we invited him to join us.
Amazingly, he turned out to be the legendary French sailor and ocean adventurer René Tremblère. We'd never met him but knew of his exploits. He was, of course, until a slight misunderstanding with YBW, an occasional poster of this Parish.
Neither my command of French, nor his his of the English language, was terribly good, but we were able to exchange some pleasantries. But, imagine our astonishment, when, out of the blue, he asked "Où est mon brave ami, et Sceuttelbuerre, le fameux Monsieur C******?"
Well, that fairly shivered our timbers. We couldn't bear to tell him why he couldn't find his respected friend. So we told him that Monsieur C****** was unable to sail that weekend as he was undertaking some important academic work of national importance, to wit, training the youth of Fleetwood for employment in the soon-to-be-opened combined casino and wet fish emporium, believed to be the first of its kind in the world.
Despite our best efforts, he clearly did not believe us. He looked sadly into his glass, stroked his salt speckled beard, and said, "Zout alors! Les prévisions météorologiques ? Le metéo!"
He then said something like "Mon ami, il est une grande je sais". Whatever did he mean?
Anyway, while partaking of our post prandials, we were fascinated by the skillful anchoring technique demonstrated by a French skipper in what was now an incredibly tight space. A very impressive figure, he gave us a cheerful Gallic wave, so we invited him to join us.
Amazingly, he turned out to be the legendary French sailor and ocean adventurer René Tremblère. We'd never met him but knew of his exploits. He was, of course, until a slight misunderstanding with YBW, an occasional poster of this Parish.
Neither my command of French, nor his his of the English language, was terribly good, but we were able to exchange some pleasantries. But, imagine our astonishment, when, out of the blue, he asked "Où est mon brave ami, et Sceuttelbuerre, le fameux Monsieur C******?"
Well, that fairly shivered our timbers. We couldn't bear to tell him why he couldn't find his respected friend. So we told him that Monsieur C****** was unable to sail that weekend as he was undertaking some important academic work of national importance, to wit, training the youth of Fleetwood for employment in the soon-to-be-opened combined casino and wet fish emporium, believed to be the first of its kind in the world.
Despite our best efforts, he clearly did not believe us. He looked sadly into his glass, stroked his salt speckled beard, and said, "Zout alors! Les prévisions météorologiques ? Le metéo!"
He then said something like "Mon ami, il est une grande je sais". Whatever did he mean?
