Thalasstonic Roscoff

... 360km to Nantes.

Along the way we ran into a little snag. Bad planning put us onto a dual carriageway where bikes were not allowed. However, upon arrival at the junction there was a sign for a cycle route to the town we were heading towards - around the motorway! Like everyone says: the French respect cycling!

Our first French campsite. Looks like this will be a pleasant journey ...

After leaving at about midnight and some 400 miles driving we arrived here at about 7pm. Settled in and have done a bit of site seeing. The stone alignments at Carnac were amazing but Mike forgot to take his camera. We'll have to go back. Went to Quiberon and Pont Aven on Sunday and just like the Isle of Wight there was nowhere to park! Went back to Pont Aven today it was wonderful. Going walking along vallee de L'Isole tomorrow only 13 k. More later.

... serving with vinaigrette. The liquer then comes later with rassis (hard bread) and garlic cloves. Wonderful, but Bren and Rob opted for more familiar food.

Great fun evening and the owner said we could stay overnight in the car park despite the signs banning it. Did the nose gesture about drinking! Quiet night except the 10 cars arriving c. 04:00 for the fishermen to go off at low tide.

... without Judith and did another long haul past Vannes, Lorient, all our old stamping grounds. The first aire we tried was in dunes opposite Le Pouldu, very Sunday evening family resort with buzzy bar, tidal lake etc. Crowded but with space on the dunes for our chairs so we stayed.

... a dar un respiro. Con la alegría de tantas buenas noticias nos damos una vuelta por el pueblo y divisamos unas cuantas creperies... mmmmm... ¡demasiado tentador! Entramos en una de ellas que tiene una decoración antigua preciosa y una comida aún mejor (Crepe de fresa y plátanos y Crepe de chocolate y pera). Esperamos que las fotos se vean bien y que os de mucha, pero que mucha, envidia ;) ¡Ah! Y nos llevamos de una tienda local también un pack de 6 cervezas bretonas que ...

Jacky and Francoise took us to see France's Wild West.  It was quite the hike but we made it France's western most point.  If we went any further, we would have apparently made it to Quebec. :)  The most impressive thing though was how fast Francoise was climbing those farily steep rocks.....in cowboy boots!! Go Francoise!

... coast of France. Board the Normandy Cruise ship...this is not like any cruise ship I have been on! The ...

... much. Sort of a combination of beer and apple juice. We also went further away and climbed a small mountain (I do mean small - about 300 m) called Roc Trevezel. We walked up sat for a little while, and walked down, so it's not really worth its own entry. St. Tregonnec is an old and beautiful Breton church we visited, with beautiful decoration and carving. They had a candle by the tabernacle as a sign that the Blessed Sacrament ...

Brest (yes, pronounced like that), on the other hand, is not a beautiful city. It was destroyed completely in WWII and rebuilt in the 50's and since, apparently entirely out of concrete. The landscape around it is beautiful, but not the city itself. We got to the hotel Thursday night, ate dinner (in the French manner - three courses with wine and bread), and couldn't find anything better to do than walk around ...

... where there to tempt the palette. A church tour later we headed out of town through fields of artichokes and harvested cauliflowers towards the first campsite. This is when things started to get complicated. On a arrival it was clear that the site was shut. Post ferry fatigued Rachel tantrumed over the lack of personnel at the municipal campsite near a beautiful lake. I placate ...