Final Two Days On la Cote d’Armor – Last Blog This Trip

We had a lazy morning, with breakfast on a bench outside the campsite communal kitchen, which was only used by me and Georgie. Leaving the tent and rucksacks behind I wanted to explore more of the Ile de Brehat with G, so we walked down to the ferry terminal, had a coffee and took a crossing. The weather was great and the flowers on the island were at their peak.

Stopping at the little supermarket on the island we bought a picnic and ate well for next to nowt really. And then a grand tour on foot and a bit of ‘one on one’ cairn building, which was fun.

It was a decent 10k walk in a fantastic, clean and fresh environment. No litter, no plastic on the beaches and no pollution. 

​Before we knew it, it was time to go back and pick up a roast chicken from the van that visited the campsite. Fantabuloso.

And a half-decent night’s sleep to look forward to. Night, night. 

When we woke the early morning was already getting warm. We’d decided to stay again at the site but to push on the GR34 to Loguivy, a town along the coast, and then come back for a quick journey tomorrow morning to Paimpol and, by train, to Brest. 

It was a great decision as we could walk and enjoy the scenery. And of course do skimmers on the sea. 

Whilst walking on the path Georgie played a brilliant playlist on her phone and we lightheartedly danced in the warm sun. Hendrix, Talking Heads, Queen, Beach Boys (Pet Sounds), Stone Roses, Cream….. etc etc. 

Loguivy was great in the St Ives – type light and we ate there at a little cafe, serving beautiful and simple pasta. 

On the way back the views were as fantastic as on the way out!

Well, that’s it folks. We had a rough time under canvas last night as a strong wind battered the tent and we both took refuge under Wilson, securing him down with rocks on the key points. Today was about traveling to Brest quickly on the train and getting some sleep in a nice hotel. Tomorrow we’re flying back to London Sarfend and up by train to Leeds. I’ll blog for you on the next trek my friends. 

I know I’m usually a loner but I’m also a very lucky man. In the last nine months I’ve had some great holidays with my missus and trekked with all three of my kids. It’s been a Gas. Goodnight Irene.

A la prochaine.

Love Dave. X