No I haven’t forgotten the limericks! Enjoy:
We were waved off the dock before dawn
With crew both of beauty and brawn
The sea was quite lumpy
And Lily was jumpy
Then the wind died and left us forlorn
They told us that ‘Jersey is shit’
And Cherbourg was never a hit
So it’s to Guernsey we’re going
The timing? Not knowing
Cos the wind isn’t doing its bit
To Roscoff we sailed through the night
The winds were disappointingly light
After dawn they filled in
And we spotted the fin
Of some dolphins which gave us delight
Leaving Roscoff when tide would allow
It’s all champagne sailing right now
Lily’s flying high
The suns in the sky
And dolphins are racing our bow!
Aber-wrach’s river is busy
So many craft make me feel dizzy
After such a great sail
We never could fail
To open something cooling and fizzy
We got lily flying up high
So beautifully pink in the sky
First we had two
Then 5 in the blue
Then a dozen! – these dolphins aren’t shy!
After gybing the Chanel du four
Camaret is the bay we looked for
We swam in the sea
I had sardines for tea
We’re enjoying this Brittany shore
They said Benodet wasn’t too clean
So we moored up in Sainte Marine
Had pizza and wine
A really good time
This setting is simply serene!
Concarneau has very thick walls
And it’s teaming with masses of Gauls
We ate razor clams
And bought more Kouign-Amanns
Sadly this is Marks last port of call
We anchored off lovely Belle Île
David made us a fine pasta meal
Wind blew in the night
But we were alright
This shelter is simply ideal
Île de Yeu is off the port bow
We’re dodging the wind farms right now
Winds picked up to 20
For Lily that’s plenty
So we got her down any old how
We kept France on the port side
That broach was quite a fun ride
We felt really swell
In fine La Rochelle
But the catamarans are far too wide!
La Rochelle is a port out of time
With smart white stone streets – really fine
We enjoyed every view
Great restaurants too
And La Bamba was cleared of her grime
And we had a wonderful guest limerick from my sister Joannah:
Without paint nor crayons nor ink
And before it was time for a drink
When they spotted Lily
The dolphins went silly
Calling: ‘Wow, race this prow and turn pink!’
What can I say? It’s all in the genes!