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  • Day 21 - Happy Bastille Day

    14 de julio, Francia ⋅ ☁️ 19 °C

    Bastille Day in France is a national holiday marking the Storming of the Bastille in Paris in 1789, a major event in the French Revolution. Formally known in French as Fête nationale française (French National Celebration), it is celebrated on July 14 each year.

    Today is Bastille Day. Neither of us got out of bed until 8.30am our latest lie in so far. We made do with just a biscuit with our coffee for breakfast.

    The anticipated rain arrived at 10am causing us to huddle under our awning for 20 minutes until it passed and brightened up. At 10.45am we set out in the car and abandoned it in a beach car park. We then walked the remaining mile or so along the coastal path into Guilvinec.

    The port in Guilvinec was the opposite of a hive of activity due to it being the National Holiday. We strolled round the inactive harbour and did a recce of the restaurants and bars for subsequent visits.

    At 12.10pm, we arrived at Entre Nous, a top-rated local restaurant, where we had a table reserved. We took our seats and ordered a shared starter of lamb corn dogs with a small glass of local cider each.

    The cider was mixed with lager and very refreshing. The corn dogs weren’t quite what we were expecting. They were effectively a small lamb sausage wrapped in fried bread with an accompaniment of onions cooked 2 ways, pickled radish and mustard. I enjoyed it more than Jackie

    For mains, Jackie ordered the locally sourced Moules with Frites and I ordered a cheese burger! To drink we ordered a small jug of the house Chardonnay. It was all very tasty. The dinner also came with a small basket of bread.

    I was kicking myself that we hadn’t ordered any salted butter that Brittany is renowned for. So I took the unusual AND brave step of dipping my bread in Jackie’s creamy moules sauce. I enjoyed, but to be honest I couldn’t taste any fishiness, just cream and herbs.

    It was a lovely lunch that ended with a coffee in the sunshine.

    The restaurant was full when we left, including two customers of note. The first was a blind man who had a table reserved with the best views. Seemed a waste!

    The 2nd was a lady with her very well groomed Labrador. We had witnessed her on our walk in, brushing the dog’s ears on a first floor balcony and whom we had said ‘Bonjour’ to when she caught me taking a photo of her.

    We walked along the coast back to our car feeling bloated. Jackie was threatening to shove the electric pump up my backside and suck the trapped wind out of me. I think she was only joking!

    We returned to our spot on the beach where our entertainment was a Dad and his family with a small sailing dinghy. After hauling it down to the water’s edge, hoisting the sail, he and his son jumped in fully clad in life jackets.

    It turned out the Dad was more of an incompetent sailor than I was paddle boarder. The dinghy flapped and lurched about in the gentle waves on the shoreline with Dad, the hapless buffoon, steering the rudder whilst his son just lay in the boat staring at him. The dinghy against the incoming tide never got more than 5ft away from the shore. Instead it just dragged along in the current for about 30yards, before Dad jumped out and towed them back to their starting point.

    I was crying with laughter to the point that Jackie was afraid they could hear me.

    After the process was repeated for a second time, the son abandoned ship and marched back up the beach. The mother then came down to offer advice, before Dad had two more unsuccessful attempts to set sail before giving it as a bad job.

    With such great entertainment we had a lovely afternoon basking in the warm, not hot, sunshine until just before 6pm when it clouded over.

    When we got in the car, the stereo was playing The Sun Ain’t Gonna Shine Anymore by The Walker Brothers, which seemed very apt, but not accurate because it was a gloriously sunny evening.

    Returning to camp we discovered that a small awning had been set up selling Crêpes between 6pm and 9pm. Despite being still slightly stuffed from lunch, we decided it was too good an opportunity not to sample another of Brittany’s delicacies.

    At 7.45pm after my shower, I intended to buy a Crêpe, but he was quite busy, so I tactically returned to the tent for a wine break. Not long after 8pm, I returned to discover the queue was now even longer, but we had now set our hearts on trying his Crêpes. I had no choice but to join the queue.

    The pop-up Crêperie was staffed by just one slow (or thorough) old man, bizarrely from Entre Nous, who wasn’t going to be rushed however long the queue. People were ordering 4 or 5 Crêpes at a time and I was in danger of not getting served until tomorrow.

    I sent an update message to Jackie who was back at the tent drinking wine. She helpfully messaged back that she would bring my airbed up if it got too late.

    It was virtually 9pm when I got to the front of the queue, when Jackie mysteriously appeared, not to relieve me but to go to the loo after probably 6 glasses of wine whilst I was queuing.

    I bought one of the specials, a savoury buckwheat Crêpe known as a Galette, with Emmental, Camembert and Pommes. I delivered it to camp where we ravaged it from the same plate.

    We then heated up the remaining Spag Bol and did our best to finish it before having an early night.

    Song of the Day - The Sun Ain’t Gonna Shine Anymore by The Walker Brothers.
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  • Day 22 - Cooking Chipolatas

    15 de julio, Francia ⋅ 🌬 20 °C

    At 5am my bladder forced me out of bed. As I was weeing in a bush I looked up into the darkness to see two of the brightest stars I had ever seen.

    I got back into my sleeping pod, activated my Night Sky app which revealed I had apparently been looking at Uranus and Venus. (I could make a comment about bare backsides and being on all fours, but I’m above that sort of cheap humour!)

    I later read that while Brittany doesn't have designated Dark Sky Reserves, coastal areas and inland locations with minimal light pollution offer good stargazing conditions.

    The weather forecast on our Apple products predicted the weather to be just 20*C, but windy all day thus feeling like 17*C. Our plan was to have a day out in the car to explore the region. Jackie got herself all made up, presumably in just 20 minutes.

    We had a healthy breakfast consisting of toast, yoghurt and a banana. I then had a Geopolitics chat with our German neighbour, who Jackie has decided is called Bernhardt. I could vent at this point, but it is not the time place!

    It was nearly midday, the sky was now totally cloudless and the so-called winds were nothing more than a breeze. I floated the idea of going to the beach until (if) the weather changed for the worst. Jackie was initially not-best pleased having spent the last 20 minutes (and absolutely no more) on her hair and makeup., but she agreed with my logic.

    We drove to the empty beach car park and abandoned our car. On the approach to the beach for the first time we took the time to read the beach rules. It included ‘Naturism Forbidden’ and some information about the vulnerable nesting Kentish Plover.

    We returned to our usual spot and set out our stuff. There was negligible wind, the sun was beating down and there was not a person in sight. The rebel in me won over and I took the plunge and went ‘au naturel’. Jackie kept her bottoms on. Prude!

    If you’ve never done it before, it is very liberating to let it all hang out. To keep things relatively PG and hopefully not get arrested by a load of gun toting gendarmes, I had my sarong between my legs ready to hide my modesty.

    The weather turned out to be the very best day so far. As the day went on more and more people arrived at the beach, but still a long way from us.

    As and when anyone did take the trouble to walk along the beach past us, I pulled my sarong up to cover my assets. I had visions of myself looking like Johnny Weissmuller in a loincloth, whereas Jackie thought I looked more like George Dawes (Matt Lucas) in a nappy!

    We left the beach fully dressed around 6pm. Today which had been a good day, turned out to be an even better day, when I learnt that John Torode had been sacked by the BBC.

    How can someone who cannot pronounce pasta or yoghurt be a chef/food critic on a British Cooking TV programme. Secondly, having worked with Greg Wallace for nearly 20 years, he disgracefully denied knowledge of and feigned shock at Wallace’s behaviour.

    Back at camp Jackie cooked up chipolatas with mashed potato, peas and carrots. It was to die for, possibly the best meal of the entire trip. It was the fried onions and balsamic glaze that gave it that ‘je ne sais quoi’.

    I HAVE JUST FOUND a candidate for John Torode’s replacement on Masterchef!

    We had a couple of glasses of wine to end the evening and had yet another early night.

    Song of the Day - Rebel Without a Brain by Theatre of Hate.
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  • Day 23 - Catch of the Day

    16 de julio, Francia ⋅ ☁️ 21 °C

    Sometimes unplanned days turn out to be the best days.

    My bladder woke me up at 3.23am. I was quite happy to get out of the tent for more sky gazing. Sadly there were a few clouds in the sky and Uranus and Venus were nowhere to be seen.

    We both later got up around 8.30am to a grey sky. The forecast was for mixed weather so we decided to explore the locality after a breakfast of just one slice of toast each.

    We drove for 15 minutes to a recommended beach known as Plage des Sables Blancs. It was a lovely looking beach, but not sufficiently different to our own. I had planned to drive on to Bénodet, but the sun was out and luring Jackie back to our beach.

    We needed additional provisions, so we stopped at the local Super U, which turned out to be a cracking big supermarket.

    We bought way too many provisions, totalling €170 for just 6 more nights in France. Even the check-out girl enquired if we thought that our shopping was expensive. The purchases did however include 16 litres of wine, which alone would have cost nearly that back home!!

    We returned to camp and had a typically French lunch of baguette with pate and Jackie had seafood. We finished with a slice of Breton gateau with raspberry jam, which resembled a Bakewell tart without the almonds.

    The weather was still patchy and breezy so we abandoned the idea of going to the beach. Instead at 3pm, we set off on a hike to Guilvinec to watch the fishing boats return with their catch of the day. We took the coastal path, which I have read is the most famous of the Grande Randonnée long-distance footpaths!

    ‘It’s a route steeped in history, salt and sea spray. This is the preferred long-distance footpath of the French: welcome to the Customs Officers’ path! It snakes along the coastline of Brittany for over 2,000 km, from Mont-Saint-Michel to the bridge of Saint-Nazaire’.

    We arrived in Guilvinec an hour later and located two fishing boats parking up. We went over to them and found the crew were repairing their nets. This was not as exciting as I had imagined.

    After about 10 minutes of this non-event, I noticed that there plenty of fishing boats entering the harbour, but then doing a hard left turn. We went off to investigate and ultimately found a busy spectators viewing platform above the dock where all the returning fishing boats were unloading their wares.

    The dock was about 100 metres long, just enough room for 4 fishing boats to dock at the same time. There were four cranes evenly spaced along the dock, which were lifting the catch on to trolleys for them to be wheeled away.

    It was a very slick operation. The fishermen had already sorted their catch onto stacking yellow trays at sea. The stacked trays of fish were craned off and replaced with a similar amount of empty yellow trays. The fishing boats would then depart the dock and park up further in the harbour and ready themselves for a repeat fishing trip the following day.

    We identified langoustines, crab, lobster, octopus, cod, plaice and mackerel amongst the catch. We didn’t knowingly see any Sandeels, that are subject of a fishing ban in British waters to protect the dwindling population.

    The ban, initially implemented in early 2024, has been upheld by a court ruling, rejecting a challenge from the European Union. Sandeels are a crucial part of the marine ecosystem, serving as a vital food source for seabirds, marine mammals, and other fish.

    After an hour of excitement watching around 20 fishing boats unload their catch we had worked up quite a thirst. We walked back around the harbour to a little bar called Les Brisants. We were lucky enough to secure a front row outside table. We ordered a pint of lager each, then followed them up with a large bottle of local cider as we watched the world go by.

    Les Brisants is a quaint little bar with pleasant staff. It was teeming with locals and tourists alike, providing a nice friendly atmosphere.

    It should have been the perfect end to the afternoon of a great day. Unfortunately we still had a long walk home. We took the shorter inland route arriving back at camp just after 8pm having walked over 6 miles according to my watch.

    After coffee and finishing off the baguette and pâté it was time for an early night.

    Song of the Day - Fisherman’s Blues by The Waterboys.
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  • Day 24 ~ Mysterious Sea Mist

    17 de julio, Francia ⋅ ⛅ 20 °C

    I awoke at 5.45am for a wee in the bush. I was pleased to see that Uranus was visible, but alas poor Venus wasn’t.

    We both got up for the day at 8.30am to discover that a sea mist had rolled in, obliterating the sun and making camp quite chilly and damp. Bernhardt was up and called over “English weather?” So some Germans do have a sense of humour.

    Half an hour later we were bathed in glorious sunshine, but a heavy sea mist still hung over the beach.

    Jackie made me an omelette and bacon for breakfast. Minutes before she served up, Bernhardt (not his name) called out “Simon, can you help me”. I helped Bernhardt baton down the hatches by tightening all his guy ropes, because he had heard a storm was incoming at the weekend.

    After breakfast, I was doing more manual work, when I heard Bernhardt tell Jackie that he was jealous that Jackie and I were always talking. He went on to say that he and his wife rarely speak after 50 years of marriage…..he doesn’t know how lucky he is!!! Since hearing this I have noticed that they don’t appear to talk to each other, other than to ask each other a question which is a bit sad.

    Jackie declared that she was cooking steak for dinner and we need more Gaz. We drove out to InterSport, 17 minutes away. Jackie went clothing shopping, whilst I was tasked in hunting down the gas canisters. I searched in vain and delivered the bad news to Jackie.

    Jackie was not best pleased and tracked down a shop worker to ask where we might get one. I was still ambling down the aisle behind, when Jackie collared a young man and said, “Do you know where we can buy some gas canisters?” He turned to her bewildered and said “Yes, right behind you”. She was stood right in front of a whole display of camping gas. How embarrassing!! I’m glad it wasn’t me.

    The InterSport shop was bigger and better than any we had seen in the UK. Jackie has identified some new walking boots she will buy if she can’t buy them cheaper in the UK. We left the store with our gas canister and two more lightweight towels.

    The plan was to go from here straight to the beach. As we approached we we were engulfed in thick sea mist. For comedy value we took a look at the beach and could hardly see the sea, but more astonishingly there were more people on the beach than at any other time over the last week.

    We returned to camp which was still bathed in sunshine and had a liquid lunch. Two hours later, we returned to the beach which was even busier than before.

    At low tide I ventured out on the exposed flat rocks with the abundance of seabirds. The surrounding sea water was ridiculously clear.

    A miserable Dutch couple, about 70 years old have been the only persons in our immediate vicinity on the beach over the last week. It probably has more to do with the fact that Jackie and the Dutch women are the only two regular topless sunbathers. The Dutch couple in recent days have been joined by 2 young girls, presumably their granddaughters.

    Today, they arrived about half an hour after us and sat down just 40 yards away from us. We were having an afternoon of Original Soundtrack music from West End Shows. These included Chicago, Rocky Horror Picture Show, The Book of Mormon and Mamma Mia.

    During a fairly loud (but not overly) blast of the Time Warp on a still relatively empty beach, we both saw miserable Dutch women tuck her saggy breasts into her swimming costume and march towards us. We knew what was coming, so I turned down the volume, whereupon she did an about turn and returned to her spot. I called after her “Is that alright now?”, but she totally ignored us.

    We were both furious with her lack of response and slowly throughout the afternoon we raised the volume and dared her to say anything. I was going to send her packing with just four succinct words “F*** Off Spaniel Ears”. That was if Jackie didn’t get in first. She just ignored us for the remainder of the afternoon.

    Her husband clearly didn’t want to get involved or was too embarrassed, so he pretended to be busy entertaining the granddaughters.

    I speculated that Spaniel Ears was so grumpy, because the Dutch have never ever produced a single song of note. Think about it.,.. name just one Dutch tune.

    Curiosity got the better of me and I googled Dutch songs. To my amazement, I discovered that one of my favourite songs, Radar Love by Golden Earring is actually Dutch. It is THE only Dutch song of note.

    We returned to camp gone 6pm. Jackie cooked up steak and salad. Annoyingly the steak was still not up to the standard that I have become accustomed to with Jackie’s culinary skills. Without getting too technical, she struggled to render the fat sufficiently and she couldn’t generate sufficient heat to flash fry the steak tender. Or maybe the French just breed chewy cows!

    We had a couple more wines accompanied by a beautiful sunset. We really should have been on the beach to really appreciate it.

    In fact we couldn’t even be bothered to hike up to the shower block, so we both had a sunset wee in the field, cleaned our teeth in the washing up bowl and went to bed.

    Song of the Day - Radar Love by Ghost Dance (A better version obviously).
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  • Day 25 - Am I Now Mikhail Gorbachev

    18 de julio, Francia ⋅ ☁️ 21 °C

    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.
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  • Day 26 - Technophobe or Handyman

    19 de julio, Francia ⋅ ☁️ 20 °C

    I work up feeling really sad. I had spent the night watching the last few ever remaining episodes of the utterly brilliant - The Office (US) on Netflix.

    To improve my sadness, I received an email to say that I had yet again used up all my eSIM data, my first mistake of the day was streaming Netflix all through the night, instead of downloading all the episodes and then watching the downloads.

    Unsupervised, I decided it would be cheaper to revert back to paying the EE roaming charges for the last 4 days of our trip. This wasn’t as easy as it should have been, because I had previously requested a block on my EE account to stop me running up a big roaming bill.

    Firstly, I had to tether on to Jackie’s Hotspot, then I had to log into my EE account and amend my settings. So far so good.

    I then had to go to my phone settings, then into mobile services to switch SIMs back to my EE sim. No drama, I did this and saw a button to delete the eSIM. I wrongly assumed it was the one that had just expired.

    Before I could think about it. I pressed the delete button and my EE sim disappeared from my phone.

    Without getting even more boring, I had to log into my EE account on line, then have a message conversation with Nisha that ultimately lasted about 90 minutes. I got logged out of the conversation on my phone and luckily was able to continue the conversation on my iPad all the time using Jackie’s dwindling data. This was while I had Jackie ‘helpfully’ advising me what I should have done and what I should do.

    Ultimately, because I had deleted my EE sim and the fact that I was abroad, Nisha informed me that there was nothing that could be done until I returned to the UK. However I was thanked for being a loyal customer for the last 6 years. How heartwarming!!

    After the stress of the previous couple of hours had subsided, we realised that the sun was out and beckoning us back to the beach.

    Dead on midday we took up our usual position on the beach in almost perfect conditions. At 2.30pm the few other remaining people on the beach packed up and left much to our bewilderment. By 2.45pm we were the only people on the deserted beach.

    There was nothing for it. We stripped off, ran down to the sea and went skinny dipping in the decidedly chilly water. With a combined age of 120 years we should know better!!

    By 3pm, spots of rain started falling and we abandoned the beach intending to return as and when the rain cleared up. We drove to the local Lidl and purchased another 12 bottles of wine to secrete under the front passenger seat.

    Back at camp we sheltered under our tent awning, but the rain got heavier and the wind blowing the rain into our awning got stronger. We eventually accepted we were getting wet and retired to our spacious tent living area. After a couple of wines and some cake, the sleeping pod seemed the obvious option, where we watched Netflix and dozed.

    At 8pm, I was forced to get back up because the now gale force wind was blowing under our tent forming a massive bubble in the floor of the tent and had caused a table to tip over. I rearranged the tent to limit the damage by moving the heavy fridge immediately inside the front door.

    It was only partially successful, but we were able to have our tea of inferior Lidl baguette with cold meats, cheese and wine before hibernating in the sleeping pod.

    Well I was just preparing to get into bed, when we were invaded by Germans. I heard Bernhardt’s wife outside our tent shouting “Hello, can you help us“. I called back to her, but she started unzipping our main front door which was like a wind tunnel that I had already secured shut for the night. I hastily opened and dived out of our tent side door to stop her.

    The zip of their attachable tent to their caravan had burst open and they couldn’t re-zip it. I spent the next 5-10 minutes scrabbling around on my knees in the wind and rain repositioning a couple of guy ropes and ultimately fixing their zip. As I zipped them in for the night, Bernhardt called out “Thank you. I’d buy you a whisky, but we don’t drink”. Cheeky bugger, I’ve seen them quaffing wine with their meals!

    The bizarre thing is they have a daughter and son-in-law just a couple of pitches away and now the other in-laws on site, but I seem to be their go-to handyman.

    It was at times like these when you have spent several hours sheltering from the wind and rain in your tent praying that it doesn’t disintegrate that you question your life choices!

    Song of the Day - Times Like These by Foo Fighters.
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  • Day 27 - Eckmühl Lighthouse

    20 de julio, Francia ⋅ 🌬 18 °C

    Oh what a night. The tent shook violently all night in the wind and rain. It is a lightweight tent with the very thin, if not flimsy, material something akin to what you would find on a kite.

    We have found a design flaw in our tent. The is no zip or other fastening at the bottom of the main front door. So last night as the wind was blowing towards us from the front, it blew straight under the door and filled the tent like a giant balloon. This caused our sleeping pod to shake and rattle at something approaching a hundred decibels, if that’s loud!

    We did manage to snatch pockets of sleep and we finally felt safe to emerge from our tent around 8am the sun was out. A quick recce of the tent did not reveal any damage.

    After a shower, Jackie knocked up bacon sandwiches and coffee, then we headed out of camp just before 11am.

    Our first stop was the Sunday market in Guilvinec. It was busy and we had to park in a car park on the edge of town. The market was huge and we managed to get fleeced at literally the first stall we came to.

    Jackie bought herself yet another white waterproof sailing jacket, but with a Breton blue and white lining. Jackie was umming and aahing, but I insisted she buy it at the bargain price of just €39. I told her it could be a birthday present, hoping she will forget about the walking boots she’s hoping for!! Luckily she never reads my blogs, just looks at the pictures!!

    We helped ourselves to as many free food samples as we could, then we came across a stall selling wooden games. After much deliberation and research on the rules, we purchased a lovely wooden Chinese Chequers set. It will be perfect to play in windy conditions and I should win, because Jackie thinks we have bought Solitaire!!!

    It was a really enjoyable couple of hours wandering amongst the stalls. Jackie was absolutely drooling over the rotisserie chickens and potatoes, but sadly for her, it just wasn’t practical to buy one on this occasion.

    Our next stop of the day was Eckmühl Lighthouse, which we had vowed to return to. We parked up and upon approaching the entrance found a queue waiting. Evidently, only so many people are allowed to climb up the lighthouse at any one time.

    Rather than queuing, we chose to have a spot of lunch first. We went to the very nice Crêperie du Phare in the shadow of Eckmühl Lighthouse. It was an excellent choice. We had a litre jug of house cidre and ordered a black pudding and apple Crêpe and a goat’s cheese and fig jam Crêpe. They were top notch and much more filling than they looked.

    We returned to Eckmühl Lighthouse and paid our €4 entrance fee. A few Wikipedia facts below:-

    The Phare d'Eckmühl is an active lighthouse located at the port of Saint-Pierre, on Point Penmarc'h, on the southwestern corner of Finistère.
    At a height of 213 feet (65 m) it is one of the tallest lighthouses in the world. (I’ve looked it up, it’s the 16th tallest). Reaching the top takes climbing 307 steps, 227 stone steps followed by an iron staircase.

    The tower was built following a decision on April 3, 1882 to modernize the coastal lighthouses and raise the focal height of the Penmarc'h lighthouse, built in 1835, to 60m. However, engineers reported that the old tower could not support such an extension, so in 1890 it was decided to build a new lighthouse, the plans of which were completed on April 3, 1882. Funding came unexpectedly on 9 December 1892 when Adélaïde-Louise Davout, Marquise de Blocqueville, left substantial funds for the new tower in her will, provided the lighthouse was dedicated to the memory of her father, a marshal of the First French Empire Louis Nicolas Davout, who was "Prince d'Eckmühl", a title he won after the Battle of Eckmühl. The tower was completed on October 17, 1897.

    We ascended the 307 steps and I don’t mind admitting my legs went to jelly and I clung on to the handrail as if my life depended on it. Jackie was in charge of the photography within the impressive circular stairwell.

    At the top I was able to relax…ish and enjoy the coastal views as long as I didn’t look down. I was dreading the descent, but it was actually ok as I focused on the outer wall and not the huge drop down the middle.

    Back on terra firma, we strolled around the lighthouse, second lighthouse and a number of other buildings. It was very nice, but I sadly heard a couple of northern English voices that ruined the vibe.

    Next stop was La Chapelle de Notre Dame La Joie. The church is right on the seashore and has a ceiling like the keel of a ship. It would appear that it was dedicated to the life of fishermen and where they came to pray.

    Jackie lit a candle for her mum, although I wasn’t aware that she was much of a fisherman or sailor.

    We drove to Pointe de La Torche, which was heaving with surfers, so we decided not to stop. Instead we
    drove on up the coast to The Notre-Dame-de-Tronoën, a 15th century pilgrimage chapel in the town of Saint-Jean-Trolimon. It is located in the bay of Audierne, which it dominates at a height of 30 meters.

    Outside the chapel is the oldest of the seven great Calvaries of Bretagne. The date of construction is between 1450 and 1470, according to what can be deduced from the characters dressed according to the fashion of the time of the King of France Charles VII. It consists of a rectangular base of 4.50 meters by 3.50 meters, two superimposed friezes separated by a drip edge, surmounted by three crucifixions: Christ and the two thieves.

    More than 100 characters are sculpted in a granite stone from the Scaër region and Kersanton (stone from Brest region, similar to granite, and weather-proof).

    It can be read from the eastern side and counter clockwise, but the events chronology is not always followed, and side by side, where the scenes are related to each others and remind the divine message.
    Certain peculiarities are to be noticed:
    - Christ standing up in the Nativity scene
    - Double scene for the Baptism of Christ
    - Two angels collecting the "Blood of Christ" on the cross
    - The Placing into the Tomb is missing

    Over time, the sculptures have eroded, resulting from the action of the wind, the , sea-spray and the growing lichen.

    Copy and pasted again, but it was impressive and worthy of its own mention.

    Next door was a photographic exhibition of seabirds which only I visited. As I was leaving I said ‘au revoir’ to the photographer then virtually knocked myself out as I smashed the top of my head into the very low stone entrance.

    We took a scenic dazed route back to camp expecting more bad weather to arrive any minute, We had the odd shower and the odd gust of wind, allowing us to hop in and out of our tent as the weather dictated, but otherwise it was generally a nice evening.

    Now on Day 27 of our trip, we finally discovered that we actually have four windows in our tent that provides lots of daylight and a nice outlook.

    We had crackers and cheese for tea and played our new Chinese Chequers game. It’s simple, but we were always learning new strategies in our 4 games that we played.

    For the record, I won by 3 games to 1 AND I did give Jackie some assistance in her victory. Just saying!

    Song of the Day - Lighthouse Keeper by The Bar Stool Preachers.
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  • Day 28 - Kentish Plover

    21 de julio, Francia ⋅ 🌬 19 °C

    Woke up at 3.30am to sound of screaming babies. We had a young German couple turn up yesterday with a pair of twin boys aged about 2 and a baby. Having woken up, my bladder insisted I get out of bed.

    We got up at 8am to the news by email that during the early hours I had burnt through 50%, then 70% of my 20gb that I had only purchased less than 24 hours ago. Using my superior technical know how, I established that I had now used up 17.02gb, but virtually all was via my personal hotspot. I just can’t understand this, maybe the whole campsite is now using my Wi-Fi. I’ve turned off hotspot on my phone and turned off Wi-Fi on my iPad. I later bought another 10gb, but enough of the technicals.

    The weather forecast was for wind all day, partly cloudy with gusts up to 33mph. Jackie made the decision to hang around camp and sunbathe when possible. We set up double camp chairs to make virtual sun beds, which were comfortable enough, but not very practical.

    In a moment of carefree abandonment we ordered a couple of reclining camping chairs on Amazon which are being delivered to our home tomorrow, which is really handy because we will still be in France!

    After a lunch of fruit and yoghurt and a few games of Chinese Chequers we headed to Lidl. We purchased another 24 bottles of wine taking us up to our full customs allowance. We then went to Super U for baguettes, pâté etc. At first we were cursing because there were no baguettes on display, but then Jackie espied trays of them coming out of the oven in the back room. After a short wait we became the proud owners of 2 freshly baked warm baguettes.

    We refuelled, then went back to camp for a siesta in the late afternoon sun. Around this time I started thinking for some reason about the little Kentish Plover that nests on beaches making them vulnerable little creatures. I had seen them at low tide hopping around on the exposed rocks, but not taken a photo of them.

    At 6.30pm I decided I would return to the beach and get some wonderful photographs of the Kentish Plovers. I marched down to the beach under yet another rain shower to discover that the tide was not yet sufficiently low to expose the rocks. I walked up and down the beach, but not a single Kentish Plover graced me with their presence.

    The only thing to report from my beach excursion was that the beach was now littered with large chunks of seaweed presumably washed up during the recent stormy weather.

    I returned to camp defeated, where we had a feast of baguette, pâté and seafood for Jackie. We also drank one of our Lidl bottles of wine, meaning we are now short of our full allowance!

    We had 3 more games of Chinese Chequers, which I won, then called it a night.

    Song of the Day - Little Bird by Mull Historical Society.
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  • Day 29 - Le Mont-Saint-Michel

    22 de julio, Francia ⋅ ☁️ 21 °C

    We were both awoken by a screaming baby from the German family tent next to us. We weren’t the only ones awoken judging by the coughing coming from all directions.

    I didn’t get back to sleep and I was up and about shortly after 7am. Around 9am, we commenced a leisurely packing up of all our stuff, had time for breakfast and a nice hot shower, including Jackie’s 20 minute beauty routine.

    Fully loaded up, we drove out of camp with the Satnav set for Le Mont-Saint-Michel which was 178 miles away. The drive was pretty dull and we arrived in the vicinity of Le Mont-Saint-Michel around 3.30pm.

    I had read in my guide book to allow for 30-45 minutes to walk to the island. We found the official car park, but saw there was a parking fee. We drove around looking for a potential free parking space in both senses of the word. We did, but it would require an even longer walk and I feared the possibility of being towed away which would have been totally disastrous.

    As a result we bit the bullet and parked in the official car park, which cost €20 for between 30 minutes and 3 hours. We then commenced the 35 minute walk to the island with lots of other people who had only just arrived like us.

    I was absolutely staggered at how many people were coming away from the island. It seemed impossible that there would have been enough room for them. I felt quite smug, that by arriving later in the day we had hopefully missed all the crowds.

    We walked along the single road and then the relatively new bridge to the island. People were swarming everywhere and at the entrance were Police patrols and armed soldiers.

    We entered the fortress through a large square hole in the wall and we were confronted by hundreds of people milling around on the cobblestones of a commercial street. The street slowly ascended with gift shops, food vendors and even the odd hotel. People dithering in front of us impeding our progress completely got on our nerves.

    Apparently, Mont Saint-Michel typically sees around 2.5 to 3 million visitors per year. This translates to an average of approximately 6,849 to 8,219 visitors per day. However, the island experiences a significant influx of visitors, especially during the summer months and on fine weather days, with averages reaching 14,000 visitors per day.

    At the other end of the scale, there are just 30 residents on the island and 12 monks and nuns.

    We instantly looked for escape routes to lose the crowds. It was like we were in a giant stone maze. After 45 minutes we had seen enough to justify our detour to visit it. We didn’t have time to visit the abbey or museum or inclination.

    Some Mont Saint-Michel Facts:-

    Mont Saint-Michel is famous for its stunning location on a tidal island, its impressive medieval architecture, and its historical significance as a major pilgrimage site. It's a UNESCO World Heritage Site, known for the dramatic tides that can surround the island, and the Abbey of Mont Saint-Michel, which sits atop the island.

    Additionally facts:-

    1. Mont Saint Michel was built over a period of 1300 years commencing in 708 AD.

    2. The idea came from a dream.
    The Bishop Aubert of Avranches was visited in his dreams by Archangel Michel. The Archangel instructed him to build a church on the rocky island situated at the mouth of the Couesnon River.

    3. The construction of the Mont Saint Michel represents the feudal hierarchy practised at the time. God is, of course, on top and after that comes the abbey and the monastery. The great halls are constructed below and at the bottom nearly outside the walls are situated the fisherman's and farmers’ housing

    4. The English could never capture it.
    The strong fortifications & high tidal waves made it impossible for the English to capture and conquer Mont Saint Michel during the Hundred Years’ War.

    5. Mont Saint Michel was also a prison during the French Revolution in the 18th century, when there were hardly any monks left.

    6. Mont Saint Michel is a very important pilgrimage site. From the 10th century, many pilgrims came to the abbey passing perilous routes and the sands covering the bay in low tide.

    7. Mont Saint Michel has a replica.
    William the Conqueror, Duke of Normandy created a replica of Mont Saint Michel that was called St Michael’s Mount of Penzance.

    8. The tidal waves in Mont Saint Michel reach nearly 14 metres which is the highest in Europe. In the early days, no one could cross during the high tides and the only way to the island was a tidal causeway.

    We walked the 35 minute walk back to our car. We could have taken the tram which only takes 20 minutes, but it goes without saying that the queues were still enormous. We paid for our ticket and departed.

    I’m glad we’ve seen it and taken a few photographs. It was probably not looking it’s absolute best because it was very cloudy all the time we were there. I’d be surprised if we ever return.

    We drove 12 miles up the road for a quick McDonald’s, then we drove 198 miles to Dieppe Ferry Port. The journey was relatively scenic and we encountered next to no traffic throughout.

    During the last leg of our journey to Dieppe, we were playing Sinead O’Connor on the stereo. One of the final songs as we neared the end was ‘Last Day of Our Acquaintance’, which seemed appropriate!

    At just after 10pm, we arrived at our destination. Dieppe Ferry Port, only to realise for the second time in a row, that we were in the wrong place. We then had to make a mad dash to the other side of the port where our ferry awaited.

    Twenty minutes later we were in the queue to show our tickets expecting to be oiked out, because our car with top-box was too high for what we’d paid for. Miraculously we got away with it (again) and were allocated a lane for high vehicles.

    Every vehicle was given a cursory search and unusually everyone was made to get out of their vehicles and be scanned with a handheld metal detector. It was all very half-hearted!

    Once on the virtually empty ferry, Jackie made a beeline for the cafe and got another 2 pasties for the price of 1 and a coffee.

    Jackie is now asleep and gently snoring whilst I write my blog.

    Song of the Day - Last Day of Our Acquaintance’ by Sinead O’Connor.
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  • Day 30 - It’s a Jungle Out There

    23 de julio, Inglaterra ⋅ ☁️ 15 °C

    The ferry crossing home was scheduled to take six and a half hours which is bizarre because the crossing has previously taken just four hours and the outbound crossing was five hours. I assume it is to ensure departure and arrival times are at a sensible hour for passengers and particularly staff.

    Anyway, we docked dead-on 5.30am UK time and just 20 minutes later we were back on British soil. At 6.25am we were home and firing up the kettle. After unloading a few essentials, we took an investigatory stroll around our garden, which was like an overgrown jungle. We even have a pigeon nesting in our wisteria at the front of the house.

    However, despite the heatwave in the last month, the garden was in pretty good shape thanks to our neighbours. Emma and Megan had kindly fed the fish and watered the plants, including the house plants and my mini nursery.

    Trip Reflections……

    It had been another great 4 week trip, driving up and down the west coast of France. We drove a total of 2326 miles often on the boring, but speedy toll roads.

    Our first stay was on the shores of Le Lac de Cazaux et de Sanguinet near Biscarrosse, about two thirds of the way down the west coast of France, The camp site was large and more commercial than we would normally choose, but luckily for us it wasn’t too busy. The bonus with being sited beside a lake was that I was able to hone my paddle board skills!

    Our next stay was in the Pyrénées, well actually in the foothills of the Pyrénées, on the outskirts of the fortified town of Navarrenx. It turned out to be an ideal location to drive out to explore the mountains including the highest railway in Europe and over the formidable Col de Tourmalet. We also took advantage of the very very reasonable priced regional Plat-de-Jours.

    Next stop was a 2 night stay in the small, but lively fishing town of Saint-Jean-de-Luz. It wasn’t cheap, but we decided this was the place to treat ourselves with decent wines and traditional Basque dishes. We also had the added bonus of witnessing Basque celebrations.

    We had planned to spend a week camping somewhere close to Saint-Jean-de-Luz, but all campsites were fully booked. In fact at this time of year, we found it difficult to find any available coastal campsite tent pitches in Southwest France.

    I have to admit it was Jackie’s idea to head north and spend the remainder of our trip in Brittany. It turned out to be a great decision. We both loved southern Finistère, which is the extreme western department of Brittany.

    The name Finistère derives from the Latin Finis Terræ, meaning end of the earth, similar to England’s Land's End.

    The campsite was a chilled relaxed affair and was close to a superb sandy beach with crystal blue waters. The local town of Guilvinec had a nice laidback vibe and everywhere was generally spotlessly clean. The Brittany cuisine also appealed to our palettes and I even drank the local cider, which I would never normally choose to do.

    Neither of us had ever been to Brittany before and it came as a very pleasant surprise. The only negative I can find is that the weather is very changeable and I imagine the region could be quite dead during the winter period .

    We will definitely return……in the summer months.

    Song of the Day - Good Morning Britain by Aztec Camera.
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