About this site

Piers and Lin du Pré bought their new Fleming 55 / 129, Play d'eau, in 2003.

She was berthed in Beaucette Marina, Guernsey in the Channel Islands at N49° 30’.197 W002° 30’.350 until she was sold in October 2021.

This site charts the thrilling adventures they had in her.

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Recent Posts

Meet Sparky

Our new unltra-thin Sparky

Have you tried driving in Guernsey? If so, you’ll certainly know the roads are narrow and that you often have to mount kerbs to avoid oncoming traffic.

It was obvious, really. We had to sell the Jeep Cherokee and find a thin car. But how thin was thin? …

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They sang and danced

The staff sang and danced

I was just about to leave my table after an excellent dinner when a long procession of restaurant staff, kitchen staff and chefs, carrying a birthday cake and singing a South African Zulu Happy Birthday, emerged from the kitchens.

This was not your typical British ‘Happy Birthday’ …

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Josiah comes of age to travel

Josiah waits for the command to 'Fire!'

Our grand grandson, Josiah, had reached 12 years old and was able to travel unaccompanied on a plane. So, our present was a ticket from the mainland to Guernsey’s International Airport!

We planned to fire a cannon and protect the SW shores of Guernsey by manning a huge restored gun near Pleinmont Point. …

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An Engagement

Kimberleigh's engaged

‘I’m engaged!’ whispered Kimberleigh to Lin and I.

We were staying in a small boutique Johannesburg hotel where Head Chef Kimberleigh had been feeding us far too well …

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A deafening silence

africa falls asleep

‘The silence is deafening. What have you been doing?’ asked a friend of mine when I hadn’t posted anything on the Play d’eau site for three months.

I started to explain only to be met with the comment, ‘Excuses, excuses, …

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