Le Temps de Vivre Roscoff

... overlapped with jeans - all well worn for work on the farm, and carries a tiny stump of a blackened self rolled cigarette in the corner of him mouth. He is one interesting individual. I know he’s just bursting with questions for us (as we are him) but the language barrier keeps getting in the way. Even so, it’s great having Steph and Dillany nearby to help with communication when necessary, but we get on quite ...

... that day that turned into such a massacre. The American cemetery has more than 10,000 soldiers buried there and is a beautiful park-like setting right bordering on cliffs of the beach. All the small towns we went through were somehow damaged or totally destroyed by the war which was something the tour guide was continually pointing out .. even with all the beautiful structures you can not help but think how much more fabulous it must have been before the war.

... tears filled my eyes, I swallowed back a deluge. Every white cross represented men and women, teens really, most of them. They gave it all! Their mother's gave, their siblings gave, their church gave, their father's gave, their towns gave...

Who was I to stand at their graves and not weep for them. It became personal. It is no longer history.

It is a part of me.

... Marg and Ben and took them back to have lunch. we spend a fantastic afternoon as we talked and remembered all those souvenirs... anyway as all good thing always come to an end, we went back to the hotel to pack our bags as tomorrow we are heading for the Mont-Saint-Michel.

... for a drink and left for the port for diner. What a treat it was for me (I think Margaret and the kids where bored I think) but for me ... seeing those friends I had lost for years was amazing. We had a great dinner and an amazing night reminiscing on our old sailor’s tales and exploits. I will remember this night for ever.

... I deliver ... in no time we are back in the car and on our way the bay of the trespassed. It got its name because every time a ship got wrecked along this coast all the dead body would wash up on this beach. We spend the rest of the afternoon there and watched the sea and the surfers trying to get on waves... the biggest being about 6 inches high. What a laugh. As it was getting late we went back for dinner at the hotel and a good night sleep.

After packing the car we went on the port for the "petit dejeuner" and we took the tourist drive toward Brest to be closer to my friends. We found a hotel called Oceania with a swimming pool (do not get excited as it is only 3ft deep) design for English tourist in mind. But the rooms were nice and large so all in all not a bad choice but for the location.... the local industrial estate. Anyway ...

... Rugby Union clubs. The Pierre & Vacances Lacanau Holiday Village is a family resort nestled in the heart of a vast pine forest, freshwater lake and dune area. The village lies just 2km from the Atlantic Ocean where surfing is extremely popular. Teenagers will be spoilt for choice with a wide range of activities on offer through the ...

... Perhaps it's just like that for the tourists, I don't know, but in any case, this was the sort of thing I came to Europe to see. You know, all the stuff you see in the movies and the news, but never get to see in person. And not just the big stuff, like the Eiffel Tower, The Leaning Tower of Pisa and so on, but small villages like Roscoff, where you can experience things you ...

... m) 151 Max Speed(Km/h): 47 To say it was a late start is a bit of an understatement. We broke camp at midday. It's a bit hilly and Rachael realised she needs to expand her granny ring to tackle the steeper inclines. Lunch at Landiviseau, a liquid lunch as breakfast had just been eaten. James practiced Frenching with the girl behind the tourist information desk to confirm the next ...