Roscoff in the evening, with the tide in, floating all the small boats in the harbour. The main jetty on the right has several fishing boats bringing in crabs and lobsters. At the time of this photo, they are all out. Later we saw them all high and dry with the tide out.
This long pier is the embarcadere, or embarkation point for low tide when the ferry has to abandon its place inside the harbour. The little ferry plies back and forth to the island in the background. After walking all that way out, you are already one third of the way across.
Now the tide has reached its 10m low, and the ferry is at the bottom of a long flight of steps. Scandanavians would have built a bridge, no problem.
Here comes the tide! See the whirlpools! Sweeps in left to right.
Here is Anna in the inner harbour at low tide. We did see her come in and park at the same spot at high tide, so she does get out t work.
Sailing school in various types of boat and in various states of weather.
Unique design of church tower.
Neil taking his reflection in the hotel window.
The town was setting up for the weekend Onion Festival. There is a special house dedicated to what the English called the Onion Johnnies. These Frenchmen, Bretons, came over to UK with tons of onions in strings, balanced on their bicycle handlebars and did door-to-door selling after the war. We can remember them in our towns.
Harbour redshanks at low tide.
Flock of turnstones, quite at home around the harbour.
Our ferry, quite new, but unfortunately, when your head and body lay on the bunk, there was a terrible vibration.
So we were glad to get to Cork for a rest.
