Saturday, 16 June 2007


We woke Thursday to the patter of rain on the Velux windows. Through breakfast the sky remained grey and we abandoned our ideas of a local tour, and decided instead to head all the way across to Brest (some 2 hours away), both to see the city and to visit an oceanarium there.

The city itself was quite disappointing, very modern, although I suppose this was largely due to the war. Oceanopolis was better, but was marred by an argument with J.

Having come this far west, I wanted now to see the Atlantic, so we headed over to Le Conquet and Saint Mathieu. Despite driving through rain at Brest, the weather cleared as we got to the coast and we walked along the cliffs in brilliant sunshine. Must dig a photo out.

Late return back to the cottage, with the weather very changeable all the way.

Friday morning very much the same - very grey. I wanted quite a short day simply because this was our last day, so we'd need to start tidying and packing. Off then to the local town of Paimpol. We'd been here a couple of times previously but this was our first walk around the tiny streets. A lovely place (I got a traditional brass thermometer/barometer/hygrometer to rival the hi-tec gizmo that broadcasts onto the web) - somewhere I'd definitely go back to.

Having decided to do a quick local tour in the afternoon, the weather obligingly cleared up and we ended up at the coast north of Plougrescant, the Pointe du Chateau. Deep blue sea, white surf and pink granite rocks - I hope the photographs do us justice. Absolutely wonderful.

After a great day, A. ended up disgracing herself by going off on her bike somewhere - I had to go looking for her in the car. Even after all the publicity about Madeleine McCann, it falls on deaf ears. Bed without supper.

This morning was, of course, an early start to get packed. We've bought so much this last fortnight that it was a struggle indeed. Still, once packed we headed do more shopping (and not a bad lunch) in Saint-Brieuc. Onward to Saint-Malo, poor weather all the way, to enjoy a final night of luxury at the Grand Hotel des Thermes (J. Has already raved about her visit to the thalasso centre, and A. has gone one better and has been for a dip in the sea.) We're hearing English tv here for the first time and about rain and floods! However changeable our weather has been in Bretagne it has clearly been better than home.

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