Brest Fortune

Ahoy,
today I awoke a little later than normal, 08:30hrs, this was not due to alcohol or late company, this was because of some very excited fishermen having a contest of some sort. With a lot of whooping and fussing they ran up and down the pontoons with fishing rods with spinners on, trying to catch a type of fish that I never did find out what it was, or why they felt the need to run about so much. They were so busy and jolly with it all that it was a little infectious, so I became an audient for quite some time, hence my late rise today.
The day before yesterday I greeted two gentlemen who's ensign was as familiar as my own, they arrived on Isabella, a Bavaria 33 that was so clean and tidy it looked but a few hours old.
To my great pleasure and surprise, yesterday we met again, this I can say was a moment when the goodness in human kind shows through. They had for me a large bag of food, fresh pasta, tomato and carbonara sauce, bread, butter, soups, eggs, milk and fresh orange juice, superb. The last tin of corned beef knew I had been eyeing it up, it now breathed a sigh of relief, a stay of consumption, I have gorged myself for 2 days and I think tomorrow will be the same.
So today I may try and take a bus to Brest, that is if the walk to the bus stop is not so far away that I lose interest altogether. Walking is a much stranger adventure for me than most, especially when public transport is involved it seems.
Tomorrow I hope to talk to my well established insurers, a company synonymous with yachting insurance to find out if they will extend my range in the policy, in my mind they are only going to offer third party, best not mention it to the Ol' Girl I don't want to worry her. Best not mention it to Brest don't want to worry them either.