Nous avons quitté Portsmouth à St Malo sur la nuit en ferry.
Il a fallu un certain temps pour obtenir à bord, mais finalement nous avons réussi à obtenir dans notre cabine.
Le soleil commençait à descendre, et nous sommes allés sur le pont pour regarder le soleil se coucher
|Coucher de soleil depuis le ferry|
|Quitter Portsmouth et l'une des tours Martello|
Mais, sur la route nous sommes allés rendre visite à des amis qui habitent à St Jacut.
Roger est l'anglais, et Claire, elle est français, mais a travaillé en Angleterre depuis de nombreuses années, et parle couramment les deux langues.
Oh enough of this French stuff, I struggle with writing it almost as much as speaking it,
so I apologise for the endoubted multiple errors in the above.
But heh, I tried.
So, yes, we did go to France.
We are English.
We tried to speak French as much as possible.
Well, Harriet and I tried to speak it.
Lucy can speak it, having spent some time in France in an earlier life, before I came along and ruined it for her.
Which brings me to a completely unrelated and off at a Tangent topic.
Recently I received an odd Anonymous Comment on my 2011 TGO Challenge Day 4
I have NO IDEA what it was all about, although a bit after that there was some strange activity on my blog. Not saying the two were related, just sayin.........
I did reply to this, but I have now stopped anonymous comments, on the grounds that if you haven't the balls to put your name, then you probably have nothing to say.
Just my opinion.
Well I did also answer the comments in probably a less than friendly manner, but heh....
Anyway as another response to it I would say
"Pretentious! Qui Moi?"
And back to today's topic ..................................
|Roger and Claire's super garden|
I mean, it was a holiday after all.
Eventually however, we had to drive the extra 60km down to Quechera (I may have spelt that wrong), which is near Gomene, which is a bit to the West of Rennes, and a bit North West of Ploermel.
The closest town is Merdrignac.
|We are in the whiteis building to the left of the road bottom left of picture.|
You cannot see us, but we are waving.
|The rather fine farmhouse and outbuildings|
|The entrance to our gite|
|Inside our gite.|
Well, a bit of it anyway
It looks flat round here, and ok, it is not the Alps, but I can testify that it is a darned sight more hilly than it looks, as I found out when I went out for a run and to see what was about.
Get a 1:25000 of the area and look.
This was a really fabulous place and Julie who it belongs to was excellent, and friendly.
Ok, it is a bit out of the way, and you really do need a car to go and do anything, unless you have some good bikes.
Here is a link the the website La Campagnard
Well worth a visit if you like a bit of peace and quiet.
|Part of the garden at the gite|
|The pond at the gite.|
It was this and Roger and Claires that inspired us.
Ok our pond is much much smaller, but then again, so is our house and garden
Anyway, if you like peace and quiet, and countryside
(well, apart from the few Wind Turbines - Don't start me off,
the French seem to like buggering up some of their views too),
but other than that it is perfect.
|Bob the cat at the gite.|
He is a fine fellow and very friendly
So anyway, we liked it , and luckily for us, the weather was excellent the whole time.
Apart from just the one afternoon, when it hosed down.
So that is it really, we spent a great week, doing very little, apart from going to rivers and beaches and swimming, and hiring canoes, and generally sight seeing and dosing about, in a slightly energetic way, and I did a few runs, and we drank French wine and Pastis and Belgian beer.
Tough life eh.
Did I mention the swimming pool?
|This is with the roof on at the end of the day, |
but the roof folded back completely to make it an open air pool.
Only 12m long, but after a hot day out bloody wonderful
Anyway, the rest is just a few photos of some lovely places in Brittany.
Well places we went to anyway
|A local bread over being restored.|
Apparently, you can get a grant to get them restored.
The chaps working on this one, (I say working), had been at it for weeks.
They seemed to spend a lot of time not actually doing anything at all, and then they went home again. In the week we were there I think they did 5 layers of tiles.
|Just another roadside cross.|
There are many of these all over the place
and also many places which have croix in their name
|The church at Ploermel|
|Wooden scuplture at Ploermel|
|A meniere / standing stone in Gomene|
These are also littered liberally all over the place
|The small lake in Gomene, looking towards the church.|
Taken on an evening run
|I just liked this old window in Josselin|
|Lanes in Josselin|
|Looking along the river at Josselin from near the Chateau|
|Looking up to the Chateau|
|I just loved the colours of this cottage|
|Now this is an odd one.|
This is the LAKE at Mendrignac
It is marked on the maps as a lake.
It is a lake of very little water content
|Another standing stone near Meniac|
|Along the beach at St Jacut|
|The castle at St Jacut, looking across to the town|
|View of the bay from the castle at St Jacut|
|I just liked this bit of old wooden beam|
|Another bay view at St Jacut|
And then we had to come home.
However, on the way we went back and spent the day and a night in St Jacut.
So after another fine day on the beach having borrowed Claire's canoe, and also a rather nice walk round the old castle, it was time for dinner with Roger and Claire, and then we were off to St Jacut again, to walk across the bay to the island.
This is a walk in the dark with candles, and an annual event.
As luck would have it, this was the day, and so we joined somewhere around 400 people.
St Jacut has an enormous tidal range. I believe it is 14m at its maximum
|Dancing before the sunset, whilst waiting for the tide to go completely out, and the walk started|
|Looking out to where we would walk across and round the island|
|Sun going down by the beach|
|Crocs at the ready.|
Let's hope Humphrey doesn't spot these then
|Almost time to go|
|Handheld timelapse at the island.|
|Looking back at the candle lit procession|
Probably would not be allowed in England due to the requirement of 15 pages of forms that would need to be filled in before it was rejected by our Nanny State, and a bunch of Jobsworths.
Vive La France!
And then we really did go home.
Alan Stivell - Renaissance of the Celtic Harp It's a bit long this, but beautiful and somehow rather appropriate.