Thanks go to his parents; even though they weren’t big sailors, they put Roland in sailing school every summer at Fouesnant Cap Coz, in Concarneau Bay. Exciting tacking, coming about in the bay…year after year the sails grew in size and the rudders ran deeper below the waterline. Before he turned fifteen, he was asked if he wanted to become an instructor’s assistant. “That’s when I really discovered sailing. A world of sharing, building and mending, passion and the pleasure of teaching…” Rough ropes, sails stiffened by sea air, salt and wood glue from the workshop and of course the sailing school bar. “The bar is very important! Capital even! The bar is where we rub shoulders with old seadogs, where you build your own sailing history.” The bar is where history and tales are swallowed whole…as well as drinks. “I met Jean Luc Nelias at that sailing school. We were the same age and we both preferred speed on the water to necking back the beers – so we quickly became good friends. I remember our first night race, hanging outboard on our lifelines, soaked to the skin. At the time, we’d decided that it wasn’t for us…”
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