We had a very calm night in our snug anchorage, although slightly marred by by a regatta party with a strange prog rock/early 70's heavy blues band French style until the early hours. But after a bit of a lie in we went ashore for a look round the island. Much bigger than I expected, but everything packed in almost in miniature, although there were many big houses lots of pretty cottages, with small bits of farm land dotted between them. A very touristy town square but with the usual French necessities (boulangerie!) And plenty of creperies. The island had a slight feel of the Channel Islands to it, must be a very a place for weathy, bourn out by the shop selling the international version of the FT! Unlike Iles Chausey the island did feel lived on, although probably by many retirees.
After a bit of lunch on the boat, we worked our way out of the rocks and headed across to Paimpol, negotiating more rocks, before locking in to the marina(For future reference, we had min 2.8m depth with at a neap high water of 7.6m in the approach channel)
Paimpol felt much more down to earth after the touristy island, which suited our plan to refresh ourselves and prepare for the longer crossing homeward.
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