Now about the same time we had them fire up the generator (mostly because they said it was fine but we have learned this not to be a fact so preferred they discover it was not fine, while we observed), and it fired up and ran like a champ….what it didn’t do was charge anything. Huh, guess they forgot to check that part out! It was not wired correctly at the generator, or from the generator to the switch (115 volts instead of 220), which caused the relay to fry and need to be replaced, and the Victron shore power controller was 16 amps instead of 32 so it kept switching off when you tried to run the coffee maker (eek!), and any other appliance..(not including the air con which is not getting addressed until the fall sometime..) It was great though, we got the electrical engineer aboard from the new boat production side and he sorted most of the immediate wiring issues, and organized a work around for the shore power controller (unplug it while using the gen to charge), as another one needed to be ordered that could be programmed to the correct amperage. Oh, and we also got a shiny new stainless steel flagstaff which was a nice replacement for our missing one. After everyone left and we were putting the boat back together, we noted that there was no AC power and the Inverter wasn’t working. Oh well the battery bank was full and we would be fine for a night as they were due back with the replacement relay switch for the AC in the morning.
The 28th was expected to be another busy day, and we were up early filling the water tanks before the workers arrived 7.30-ish. This time one of the yard managers arrived to tell us we had to move to the 2nd spot from the gate beside the English couples boat, and give up our breezy end mooring for the 65 footer that was planning to head off in the next few days.. And that was the first maneuvering we did with the boat with Todd at the helm. There was no time to ponder or worry so it all went very smoothly and we slid back into our new spot without any fending off (rare, and probably not to be repeated!). Pascal dropped the relay off for the AC/electric switch which he had taken off his boat (he was refitting a 47 to lease out for a year at a time for people to sail to the Caribbean and back), and Patrick the electrician returned to wire it (always a worry but the electrical engineer had talked him through it the day before). There was torrential rain on and off late morning through mid afternoon. Florian the apprentice carpenter finished making the inspection ports in the aft cabin ceiling panels so Todd could add outboard jib leads, and then asked us to have a beer at V&B’s with him later. Todd had bought about a crate a week from the owner “Eddie” so when we arrived Eddie bought us the first beer. A pleasant hour was spent with Flo, chatting in broken French/English, and with Google translate to round out the mix, then it was back to the boat for salad and snoozing.
The cold spell persisted the next day and we put the comforter back on the bed. It was a perfect temperature for a walk into town to the good bakery with Kim, and we stopped off at the open air market to grab a beautiful juicy peach each to eat for breakfast. The produce was excellent around here! After securing the fresh bread we headed back, and with the guys, piled into Colin and Kim’s’ rental and went off to a large mixed Chandlery/frozen seafood/clothing/booze store “Cabesto”. The frozen seafood looked amazing with albacore, Mahi Mahi, shrimp, prawns, scallops, squid, etc, and we figured we’d come back and stock up before we left. We picked up some hardware items and Catalan and Corsica courtesy flags, hoping we would get to use them soon. Back to the boats for a G&T with K&C, then home for broiled mackerel and Caesar salad. Oh, while we had been away, our boat name decal was delivered and we found it in a parts box in the cockpit, yah!
Friday 6/30/17 was cool again and the Tramontane was building. One of the managers stopped in for a coffee and we picked his brain for an idea for a day trip in the Pyrenees for the weekend. 
He suggested the “Bain du St Thomas” which was an hour or so into the mountains and had sulfur spring fed pools for soaking. This sounded great so we invited Kim and Colin along as we were going to collect them when they dropped off their rental in Perpignan the next day anyway, and they were always up for an adventure. Todd put our boat name on the boat and it really made me smile to see “Right Meow” on the transom.
The smile stayed there until a bit later on after we had changed out the shackle on the anchor and the windlass went haywire. It was pulling the anchor up ( with its usual bad skip, and then wouldn’t stop when I took my foot off the button. Fearing we would bugger the motor I tapped the down button which worked too well as now it would only go down and not come up at all! Todd tracked the wiring back and found that 2 wires were touching causing an arc. Further diagnosis revealed another dead relay switch. Being as it was Friday and a ½ day for the workers, the anchor would be staying down until Monday. We just lowered it all the way to the harbor floor and figured it would be a good opportunity to finally clean all the bird poop off it!
The next day it was blowing like stink so it was good to get off the boat for a while. We had a nice drive up through farmland with oak and chestnut groves, vineyards and fruit tree’s, château sightings and ruins. We stopped off to stretch our legs at Villafrench which is another well-preserved walled city and is a UNESCO site.
The road became progressively narrower until our approach to Bain St Thomas was pretty much a one way up a little steep-sided valley beside a creek. The original building front was still there but the three bathing pools had been upgraded. Bathing etiquette required that no surf trunks could be worn, so Todd had the experience of wearing a pair of Euro rental “short shorts” (alas there were no Speedo’s in his size!). The temperatures were 36.5 to 38 degree’s Celsius, and very pleasant during the cool spell we were having. After a few hours of lounging interspersed with frigid water showers, we made our way back down the mountain in search of a lunch place. We ended up at a little bar having a beer when Todd discovered to his horror that he had miss-placed his wallet. Colin (who goes by “Foxy”), was able to call up Bain St Thomas and ascertain that “oui”, the wallet was there (sigh’s of relief all around!!), so we retraced our steps and Todd and his wallet were reunited. Nothing was missing and the young lady at the desk declined the reward Todd offered as this was “normale”, which we took to mean a very common occurrence. Thus with our faith in humanity restored, we headed back to the coast for a Rose’ and a couple of platters of nosh (charcuterie and an amazing seafood ensemble).
When we got back to the dock it was near 7 pm and we were all invited over to the Canadian boat with Doug and Sandy and 2 of their friends who were visiting, to celebrate Canada day. We met their dock mates Jacqueline and Jean Jacques, who were French and had a Bali 4.5, and Pablo and his wife who were Spanish and French, and had an X catamaran I think. Very nice folks and they all spoke English (after they had heard our attempts at French). It was another fun evening with talk of cruising plans, weather apps, sangria recipes, and boat projects.