Pen-Palud

We drove to Saint-Pierre-Quiberon this morning, on the Quiberon peninsula in the south of Brittany. A lovely little village where I did my French exchange prior to taking O levels. I spent 3 weeks here when I was 15 (I.e. in 1975) and although it wasn’t a perfect trip, mostly my memories are of sun, sea and playing on the beach.

The house I stayed at is still there - pretty much unchanged on the beach side, but the long front garden has been split up and re-developed. It’s a lovely place which, I assume, must now be worth a fortune.

For some reason, probably because it was my first time away from home for any length of time I guess, those 3 weeks seem much more significant in my memory than they probably deserve.

We had lunch on the beach at Plage de Kerguelen, then we drove here to Camping Pen Palud. After a walk around the coast (which included some lovely little beaches) followed by tea, we spent the evening sitting on the beach in the dying sunlight.

Overall, a really good day.

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