Triangle Series Second Leg at Lac du Der 3rd-5th June – Social Report
I cannot tell a lie. The organisers advertised free alcohol and fifteen races and, if truth be known, we should have believed the forecast and left the boats at home. That would have left more time for the free, cold Champagne. The weather hit a Caribbean like 30 degrees on all three days and the free cold champagne was well received. However the ferry fare had been paid so with a knotted handkerchief to keep the sun off the bald bits and socks to protect the delicate British feet from sandal sunburn we set off to Lac du Der. Said handkerchief was much in use as we bade farewell to the white cliffs and headed for foreign fields. Tears, hay fever, seasickness and seagull white stuff were all dried before the square of cotton was donned again for arrival at Calais and the kind greetings of the French gendarmerie and douanes. Did they think we were taking illegal immigrants out of the UK? My cover was taken off and replaced more times than a reusable French parcel.
For those of my readers who understand French geography the lake in question lies firmly in the Champagne region and our hosts fully lived up to their offer of free alcohol. The Champagne was cold and free. One room of the sailing centre was fully equipped with all items needed to get drunk very quickly. My champagne flute that was used to convey the cold, free champagne to my mouth was swiftly discarded for a much larger container. Our accommodation was faultless and even boasted rotary exercise equipment for a small consideration. Breakfast was, as you would expect, very French with croissants, Pain au chocolat, whisky marmalade and cold, free champagne which could be had with or without orange juice. The village of Giffaument Champeaubert is not known as the Las Vegas of the region for no reason and the local casino was discretely placed directly in line between the accommodation and the sailing venue and this was where the only ATM for twenty five kilometers was to be found. Of course we didn’t need the ATM as all the cold champagne was free.
The sailing competition initially came in the form of wads of Euros that was used by the jolly foreigners to purchase boats and sails to such an extent that a check had to be made to ensure we had enough kit left to sail in the regatta. The British contingent decided that the evening dining experiences should not be shared with those having questionable eating habits so we sipped our cold, free champagne as a group before demolishing sides of beef, chips, salads, Scallops St. Pierre, burgers, Lamb steaks and a few French Fries before more cold, free champagne to wash down the Crème Brulee.
I can’t remember much about the sailing. It was great to see some old friends and make new ones who all helped us enjoy the free, cold Champagne. Much better than that old beer and rum in Barbados.
Outstanding report, certainly a great time was had.