Ile de Brehat – Rain, I don’t mind

Thanks John.

I woke tired and left the tent as it rained again, as it had during the night, and the previous 10 days and nights, to a greater or lesser extent. The toilets on the site were decent and there was this sign above a little gray bin full of free flannels. The one I picked out smelt a bit funny but was ok. Nice gesture on their part.


The rain drove me to the nearest coffee shop where I grabbed a couple of coffees and got my mojo back. Mojo not Bojo. The thought of having him back is worrying or highly entertaining, and I’m not sure which. 

After a rest from the rain and with a temporary break in the weather I set off for the north of the island, passing the church…..

And the graveyard at the back. The sign says shut the gate please. Must be to stop them getting out. 

Then it started raining again. I became soaked and even the views were dampened down.

The furthest northern tip has the Paon Lighthouse standing up against the weather. 

On the lighthouse wall was a new mate for me. Albert Ross.

On the walk back to the south of the island I got a shot of the narrow and short causeway that joins the north and south together.

In another respite from the rain I went down to the east coast and was astonished at the number of oysters clinging to rocks.

Millions of them!

They clung on like they were welded on but I got a couple down. And collected a few mussels for dinner.

They made a decent meal back at the tent.

The previously empty campsite had a group of around 40 people in the valley just below the hill where I’d pitched my tent. They were about 60 feet below me underneath pergolas with disco equipment and plenty of booze. They screamed the night away until 4am. Noisy buggers.

I got intermittent sleep. Revenge will be mine, oh yes, it will be mine.

Night night.