Lézardrieux to Le Québo

After another okay night's sleep (it was hot - everyone still has duvets on their beds!) I enjoyed a lacklustre breakfast. No croissants 😱 but bread and jam, yoghurt and cake. The host insisted on chatting with his guests (no hiding in the corner) but at least I was able to chat to 2 ladies who were walking the route in the opposite direction. They informed me that it was flat, and that it was just like a tropical rainforest.
I'd previously decided to take the road, but this sounded very interesting, so I decided to try the GR34, noting that there were numerous paths leading from it should I find tree trunks, stones and rocks.
After paying (no credit cards accepted 🙄) I was half tempted to buy myself a croissant to keep me company. But I demured and found the path along the harbour. It all started so well! Road and flat, open woodland beckoned and I was able to identify a new bird - a nuthatch! The trail then led me across an estuary (with associated pongs) and it all started to go downhill from there 😂. The path was uppy downy, wet, narrow, full of tree roots and stones, it was on an angle, and yes, it was just like a tropical rainforest 🙄😂😂. It was precarious in places and I'd started to wonder at these ladies' idea of 'flat' and 'lovely'😂.
So, at the next available junction, I took the road. This was flat and wide and everything the rainforest route wasn't 🙄. I saw next to no-one and there were very few cars to negotiate. I found some goats, and at one point a little vole wandered around my feet, totally unconcerned 🤗.
There were some beautiful old cottages, often interspersed with amazing, brand new houses. There have also been lots of gites and holiday homes - it's obviously a walker's paradise.
Speaking of paradise, I was getting hungry so thought I'd stop at the next available tabac or brasserie, either for a drink or for some lunch. Up ahead I saw a bar/tabac sign and thought my luck was in😂😂😂. I'm not sure I'd have eaten there even if it had been open!
Some way ahead of that was a WWII memorial with a very sad description attached. It was hard to imagine the place being occupied, there was so little there.
I tried to find somewhere to rest in the next village, with the promise of a bar/epicerie (the last one before the coast!) but that, and everything else, was closed. IT'S SATURDAY!!!😂😂😂
So, on to Le Québo it was. I made my way down to the coast and the Sillon de Talbert, a natural reserve and a 3km long sandbar. I was lucky enough to find the loos open, because nothing else was, and sat at a bench for a lunch of bread, babybel and rice pudding, plus a beer I'd packed away yesterday. It was just what I needed!
My accommodation opened at 1500. It's an old presbytery, and I'm the only one here!
I've been for a stroll around the town (?) and been back to the sillon which is now disappearing as the tide comes in. I've enjoyed a lovely supper at the pizzeria next door (it opened at 1900 and I was through the door before they could decide to close up for lack of custom😂).
Last day's walking tomorrow. Seems like I've been walking for ages, but it also feels like I've just arrived!
I'm looking forward to a flat one!!!🤔😬😂Read more