The day came. Sirena's first foreign trip with us as her owners. We left Ramsgate early, motor-sailing in little wind and warm sun. We ran the gauntlet of the Dover ferries and then as the wind freshened began a rollicking sail across the TSS, the two lane motorway for Channel shipping. We took our chances to hare across in between first the ships going left to right, and then right to left. The sun shone, the sea was opaque green, and the sky a deep blue as we raced along.
As we approached Boulogne the last 5 miles were lumpy and nasty but once in the large harbour it calmed down. Lesley guided us into a pontoon just under the entrance steps, noisy but close to loos and other facilities. We walked into town to find a quick meal and lighted upon an eccentric gem called Estaminet Chez Tante Zabelle in Place Frédéric Sauvage.
It serves massive plats of regional food, amid quirky decorations including vintage underwear hanging from the ceiling. We drank a toast to our lovely boat and to France.
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