10 miles west of Saint Malo we found the hidden treasure of Saint Cast, another gem on the opal coast. Saint Cast is another deep water all tides haven, which are incidentally few and often far between as we will discover as we journey further west.
We arrived at around low water after drifting with the tide for several hours, fishing line deployed but again no success. Easy to enter and this time we could take our pick of cosy berths, so Hendrix and Mr Blue Sky snuggled down next to each other for a relaxing few days.
No sooner had we tied up, Bob decided it was time to start scrubbing and polishing his boat, so Sue and I took off with Jim and Taff to explore the golden sand of the beach, before we felt peer pressured into doing the same.
A mile of empty golden sand
Second day in Saint Cast the sun was out early doors, so we agreed a cycle excursion was the order of the day, and went about making a plan, well Lisa made a plan, and a very good one it was as well.
Tuesday morning time to move on, after discussing tide tables and tidal streams, Sue proved me wrong and we could have had another hour in bed. Cast off 10am not 9am, the Skipper had been looking at Jersey time not France.
The fishing rod is bated with a nice new shiny leur, and we have a recipe for a nice meaty fish for dinner, and with only 5 knots NE we should have plenty of time to catch.
