St Quay to Paimpol – lunch with (mate)Augustin and his Dad

A long walk today, about 28 kms with me rucksack. I sent out an email a couple of weeks ago, before I started this walk, to friends who are not on Facebook. One of my dearest ex-colleagues and a good friend, Eric Thamin, emailed me back to say that he had a holiday home on the route in Britanny and he was going to be there today. He’s invited me for lunch and I’ll be passing his house at lunchtime. Instant Karma’s going to get you! Thanks John.

I wrapped up the tent early, had a couple of coffees in a village en route, and made for Plouha to buy Eric’s missus some flowers. Then half-jogged the last 4kms to his place on the coast. Hadn’t seen him for 4 years but he’s still supercool, and nearly as cool as his son Augustin who is my new mate.

Sadly Mrs Thamin was at home in Paris with their daughter but Eric said he would take the flowers home when they leave.

It was great to catch up with Eric and tour the house and grounds.  He’s doing well, left SIG a few years ago and is working as a consultant at the moment. Relaxed and decent. Good pal. The house is fabulous, built by his parents in 1972 on top of some of the highest cliffs in Britanny. 

The inside of the house is stunning.

The outside is amazing.

Eric cooked lunch and then we went down to the end of his road for some views.

And then just round the corner to the top of the highest cliff in Britanny. Crazy cookies!

And then sadly it was time to go. Eric dropped me off at Plouha, where I had been earlier, and I had to leave my mate Augustin as well. Great kid, full of energy. And then for a 14 kms yomp to the campsite near Paimpol.

I yomped it, I done it before the site closed and I bought some scran on the way. It rained. Oh boy did it rain. But only after I’d put the tent up. My luck holds.

Night night.