St Cast to Golden Sands – Damage Limitation

The weather forecast was so grim that we decided to get as far ahead of our schedule as we could before the rain falls in. That meant moving fast and shortcutting in a sensible way. My priority is making sure I walk a continuous route from John O’Groats in northern Scotland to North Africa. The GR34 is a lovely route but I’ve got nearly 1,800 miles to do before I’ve finished and I want to complete it before I’m so old that I piss my pants every time I have to lift a rucksack. Oops. Too late! Dry pants please Maggie.

The weather was holding up and as we left the village a car came past and the woman passenger leant out of the window and wished us good luck. It was the woman who I’d phoned the previous day! 

We headed down to the coastal path, following the red and white striped waymarking signs.



The route dropped down to a long inlet, with an amazing, ancient ruined settlement, with a wall the shape of a ship.

And here’s the bow.

The coastal path scoots out on the other side of the long inlet and back, for three kilometres which we saved by climbing up a steep side and over the back to St Germain, where there was this great, chunky old church.

We crossed the bottom of the next bay on a main road and, as we were halfway across a car hooted us and a woman leant out of the passenger window smiling, shouting and waving. It was the woman who I’d phoned the previous day. I hooted with laughter and waved my walking poles until they disappeared round a corner. We carried straight on across the Fréhel (pronounced Frail) peninsula through the village of Fréhel. Antonia couldn’t resist a photo of a Fréhel old man. Ha bloody ha. 

Rocking on to Sable d’Or Les Pins (Golden Sands) we pitched our tent and tarp before walking into town. And hiring pedal go cart type efforts. Great fun! Even if old Tone had to steer with her unbroken hand. 

The views were great, as usual.

And then we had oysters for starters in a nice restaurant, and mussels in cream with really nice chips for main course. An angel was crying on my tongue. Fantastic. 

The rain had started whilst we were in the restaurant but we had beaten it to the campsite and to the pedal karts. Good timing.

Night night.