Monsieur Thibault to the Rescue

We had a pleasant trip to Boulogne marred only by an inability to start the engine when we wanted to enter the port. We'd enjoyed a pasta melange in the evening sub produced by Isabella.






When we tried to start the engine there was nothing. Our call to the harbour office was overheard by a Dutch yacht, which kindly towed us in. We had an interesting arrival alongside a Bavaria.


Fortunately almost everybody we met was an electrical or mechanical engineer, very happy to offer an opinion. One of them was actually able to get the motor started. Unfortunately as soon as the revs were reduced it stopped, making alternate forward and reverse propulsion impossible. To cut a long story short we sought the services of a local engineer who we named M. Thibault after the hero of the school French course two of us had done many years ago.


If you did the course you will recall he was an ingeneur. After some initial pessimistic shrugging Mr T proved to be brilliant.
The problem proved a little more complex than originally thought, but only required a nut, a bolt and a small washer to resolve. Thereafter we enjoyed a pleasant day of sightseeing in Boulogne.


















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