St Brieuc to Binic and St Brieuc to Binic – Groundhog Day

When we roused in the hotel we went down for breakfast and then went back to bed. It was hissing it down, with a silent pee. We didn’t need to check out until noon.

Tone was going home tomorrow and I needed to get her back to Dinard airport. The plan was –

• Walk up to a supermarket and buy lunch
• Eat lunch in a launderette whilst washing dirty clothes
• Walk on to St Brieuc station and hire a car for 24 hours 
• Drive 14 kms further on the walk and pitch tents 
• Drive Tone to Dinard and drop her off
• Drive back to St Brieuc and drop the car
• Walk from the car hire the 14 kms, without a rucksack, to keep the walk continuous

How brilliant is that plan? Tone suggested it. It went like clockwork.

This is our campsite, with Wilson and the tent bottom left sheltered under the tree.

This was our last night together on this holiday, and we don’t have another holiday in France together until three weeks on Monday. Outrageous! To celebrate our walk we booked a Crab Cabin for dinner. Great walk down the cliff path.

And the dinner was bloody fantastic. A set menu that would cost at least double elsewhere.

We cracked the crab and pulled out every milligram of meat. Get in!

A fitting finale.

The next day we drove along the route to a campsite where Georgie would be joining me. Tone is leaving the tent, sleeping bag, matress and other things for Georgie and to save carrying them for two days I dropped them off at the campsite reception. Planning that is. Tone’s idea. Then we drove over to Dinard, goodbye Tone my dear, and I dropped the car back as planned. The 14 kms walk took me less than two and a half hours. I bought dinner in the supermarket and made my way through the harbour.


And up to the campsite.

Cold ratatouille from a tin with French bread. Perfect.

Night night.