Wednesday, 19 May 2010
The least said about today the better I think. I must have gotten out of the wrong side of the sleeping bag because I was in a foul mood all day, poor Ellie to have to put up with that. I suppose it started though when a beautiful morning dawned, the sea gently lapping at the rocks in front of our eyes and me concocting breakfast with mushrooms, green peppers and scrambled eggs when out of nowhere the heavens opened and we had to seek refuge in the tent. It stopped soon enough but of course then we had to pack a soaked tent.
Another fruitless search for menhirs and other Asterix paraphernalia followed and then we set out on the long road to Conquet. Soon it started to drizzle again and conditions gradually worsened until I called a halt at a bus shelter at twelve where we munched small tomatoes and waited out the rain. We made it to Plouescat by lunchtime but no decent place to sit so we settled for the reserve bench on the towns soccer field, at least it was sheltered.
Again heads down and grind out the kilometers, hill up (slow) hill down (fast) until we got to the only highlight of the day, St Matthew’s point with some very nice crumblies and a lighthouse.
The ordeal still wasn’t over because we still had to find food and shelter and the next town was still 10 kilometers away. There was a choice of two campings and we decided on the farm camping again, this time the showers and toilets were of a bit lesser standard but still quite acceptable (in general the ablution facilities in France are absolutely superb), we found a nice site for the tent and once we got used to the smell of farm manure it still turned out to be quite a pleasant evening.