backtracking

 

Batz sur Mer to Roscoff is a straightforward affair, enjoyable enough as this progress has been, almost from end to end. A front room has been our shelter this time, the one we had when first we patronised Hôtel des Marais Salants. They still need to sort the door locks though: they have a mind of their own.

la turballe bar interior

We leave the comfort of our overnighter with drizzle in attendance. My, it is cold: it doesn't creep much above 10° all day, cold winds, and slipping as low as 6° briefly. We edge along the coast to La Turballe in a vain hope of getting a better snap of the lighthouse out there than heretofore (Le Four du Croisic) but compensate for my failure by a successful croissant breakfast. Diverse routes and pathways lead, through some heavy squalls and dark skies at times, to Carantec on the north coast, too late for lunch but not for hot chocolate, and brighter sunlit skies.

ty pierre 

Booked into the Roscoff Ibis at about 1500; our room on floor two has the sea view, as ordered. A mooch round Roscoff is wisely modified to sup cidre in the Ty Pierre café (coffee for M) and suck up some rugby union showing on their giant TV. Out of the wind. 

I invest in a new IGN map of Roscoff et al. Needless to say, one needs two sheets to get the whole cartographic low down on the Roscoff locality.

Despite there being an 'r' in the month we consume a superb pair of moule dishes at La Moule au Pot for supper: delicious. I attempt to record the sea breaking under our window in the early hours on my iPod Touch (yes, I have one) but fail, so you'll have to take my word for it; it was most pleasant but a bit loud at high water…

behold! our destiny is foreseen . . .  but still a day and a half to play with . . .