Paimpol All Day – And Perhaps You Need a Rest

Thanks Lou.

My right heel was very painful. I sometimes find that a switch from boots to walking trainers helps, and I boosted it with some Compeed plasters. Today I decided to stay where I was and wander round Paimpol.  Not a bad town, with a nice harbour.
First was a trip to Carrefour to buy some dinner, even though the organisation airbrushed the UK out of their D-Day remembrance carrier bag. How stupid can people be. They sell decent food though. And they’ve got a clean, warm and fully equipped toilet. A pleasure to release my doo dah on Carrefour. 

A sobering memorial. Kerity is a Breton commune where I am camping. And where an astonishing number of locals lost their lives in the first and second world wars, Algeria and the Vietnam conflict. The list continues around the side and on the back of the main memorial plinth. Lest we forget the sacrifices that France has made. Young lads. Makes me very sad.    

Hold on, the sun’s out.



In town I got two coffees and wandered, taking photos.

After a couple of hours I decided that I needed more mussels and chips. A great spot for it.

And a great bowl of mussels, which were quickly despatched.

It’s perfect walking slowly and contentedly when you’ve got a bellyfull of mussels. I got back to a PMU just round the corner from the campsite and watched the USA women hammer Chile four nil. A really good quality of play, and I should know as I follow a team that’s in the best league in the world. The Effin Prem, as Egan calls it! The Blades are in the Prem. I just like writing it.

Back to the tent and head down.

Night night.