Still here then? I warned you concerning this ramble (well I think I did – I suppose I should be sure about that). Not exactly life-affirming is it? Are you sure you haven't anything more time critical to be doing? Like sorting out your smalls drawer or refelting the garden shed roof? A bike ride perhaps?
No? Oh well, on we go then, on we go…
On the Friday Left Les Voyageurs hotel and headed in general direction of Le Conquet. Breakfasted at Ploumoguer in friendly hand-shake café (got last two croissants from shop nearby). We motored more or less the way we came. Sea views etc. And I just had to have another crack at snapping Le Four from a bit further east. (see above). I am somewhat fixated on Le Four I have to own. A bit gloomy though, what? It is what it was.
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Thereafter we struck inland to Morlaix, where we passed imperceptibly into Côtes d'Armor, returning to the coast in very grey often wet inclemency. St Michel en Grève was a stopping point, the cheery holiday rental that charmed us way back, still bright and inviting, the friendly bar, but too too late for lunch and so thus onward to Paimpol.
On the Saturday Breakfasted in Paimpol at a bar close by the hotel and mooched round the port a bit before weighing anchor as it was bright and not raining even. Quick! The colour is back and is not set to last! So, north first to Pointe de l’Arcouet and Loguivy. La Croix phare. That red topped tower, out there.
I sought the distant view of elusive Héaux-de-Bréhat, way to the north (see above). Accessible only by a boat trip. Previous images I have contrived to make of this legendary tower were from much closer, on the Sillon de Talbert shingle spit but without benefit of telephoto. These are better likenesses but the sun obstinately refused to illuminate the phare, thus underscoring its mystery and magic. (yeah, right). Still sunny, so we stopped off to view Bodic across Le Trieux. What's not to like about Bodic? Oh my!
As previously asserted, this post series is NOT all about lighthouses. Just mostly.
We floundered about to try and reach another coastline, eventually arriving on the Pointe de Plouézec (or Bilfot). The light still good but on the wane. I'm not sure now when the rain started (fuel top up at Plouezer) but it did, as sure as eggs-was-eggs.
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And on the second Sunday Armorique rendered unto us a smooth crossing back to the motherland and true to form we were almost (but not quite) the last off, after 40 minutes of admiring the car deck detail. The ferry had docked at 09.00 (when it should have arrived at 0745 but these variables are sent to try us, which they fail to do). So we were not on the road until 10.00 fgs. Torrential rain as usual greeted us upon our insertion onto the M275 and its forever roadworks.
It took just over three and a half hours without refreshment to get back to Cheldon. As usual, busy roads were the order of our blightey return despite it being Sunday. Somewhere in West Dorset and/or Devon the sun came out and the last hour or so of our transit was bright and cheerily lit. We found it even warm upon arrival at our remaining property. This was the first sally back to the République and after selling up there and we deem it a reasonable success.
That's it then. You still here? If you have been, thank you for your time and interest. I trust you appreciate just how much time and effort I put into disseminating via this means. It takes a toll you know. I am thinking of curtailing the activity in the time I have left . . . but thank you again for sticking it out, even if you are at base, none the wiser.
