Day 25 - Am I Now Mikhail Gorbachev

I woke up this morning with a crusty scab on my forehead looking remarkably like Mikhail Gorbachev. It started out as what I thought was just a small insect bite, but the lump grew, then turned into a dark crusty blob overnight.

It was another overcast start to the morning. We pottered about, then drove to Super U for a couple of fresh out the oven baguettes. We also purchased 12 assorted bottles of white wine, varying in price, which Jackie managed to stuff under the driver’s seat.

Back at camp we had a brunch of baguette with butter and jam followed by a bowl of melon, banana and yoghurt.

It was slightly overcast, but we decided to still venture to the beach and we thought we had definitely made the right decision when we saw Uncle Albert at the water’s edge with his dinghy again.

We set down our chairs in the usual spot and prepared for another comedy show. A lady boarded the dinghy and took off to sea like a professional.

She eventually returned to shore and Uncle Albert climbed in and also sailed out, tacking and the like. They had obviously been having sneaky lessons the previous day.

That was a disappointment, then to top it all Spaniel Ears and her family turned up and sat in exactly the same spot as yesterday. Luckily for her, I was having a day of abstinence. No wine, no music. Just book reading.

The temperature was about three degrees cooler than we wanted, so we abandoned the beach early and drove out to Eckmühl Lighthouse at the Pointe de Penmarc’h.

The lighthouse looked magnificent as did the surrounding harbour area. It was €4 each to visit the lighthouse, but Jackie didn’t feel appropriately dressed, so we vowed to return.

We had a drive around the area and along to Le Port de St GUÉNOLÉ, Penmarc’h negotiating some strange old road junctions in the process. Each entrance to a junction had a zebra crossing instead of a give way signs and lines. There was no indication as to who had precedence.

We arrived at a 3 way junction at exactly the same time as the gendarmerie. I was going to pull out in front of him but he appeared to have no intention of giving way, so I stopped and inexplicably waved him through. He just looked at me with disdain as he drove past, probably because he had the right of way.

Back at camp we played Boules with a flask of wine. I sat on the end of the bench beside the court sending the other end up like a seesaw and 2 glasses of wine flying through the air. Luckily, it was the worst wine we have had on this trip and the remainder is to be consigned to the bin.

I returned to form and won the Boules match by two games to nil.

Jackie knocked up a large prawn cocktail for her evening meal whilst I had baguette with pâté and cheese.

We were in bed not long after 9pm.

Song of the Day - Policemen & Pirates by Ocean Colour Scene.Les mer