Today, as I blog, is hot. The wind has died down, everything is still and the heat continues to rise. Yesterday, was fresh, breezy at times but perfect for cycling. Today, the sun defeated me and I’m back on the campsite, moving in and out of the sun, drinking chilled water and sitting in shorts. It’s a hard life!
Yesterday was all about cycling here and there! In the morning, we cycled the short distance to Trinte-sur-mer. Wandered around the market, looked at postcards, walked up the pier (ish……not sure what they’d call it) and just took in the sights.
No sign what so ever of any recession here either! The rich seem to come and play and even those with smaller boats must pay a fortune for a mooring here.
We always go for a good gawp at the ‘cats’ and the ‘tri’s’. The photos do not do justice to the size of these speed machines. You can see inside, these are for speed and not for comfort. I don’t like the open sea and certainly wouldn’t want to be perched on the side of one of these when it’s 45 degrees from where it should be! They certainly are a sight to marvel at though.
Here’s froogs, resuming her daily position outside a cafe somewhere, it’s a daily expense, but we don’t eat out and, when in a tourist area, I always remember it wouldn’t be there at all if people didn’t spend any money. Our ten euro a day budget is more than adequate for our needs.
I just thought I would share my view from my coffee, over the port as I sat and watched the world go by.
After a morning in Trinite, we came back, lazed, ate and read. The afternoons are often about dozing off to sleep, or just curling up and being together. It’s light until at least ten pm, so around 8pm, we took ourselves off for our evening walk. The empty beaches, roads, avenues have the most wonderful peace. There were a few people out walking, or sitting on the beach. Mostly, we had the place to ourselves. If you’re reading this and liking what you see, take yourself one day to Carnac for a holiday. Try to visit in low season, it’s a very different place to the Carnac I’ve experienced before. Although, I will be back next summer, I’m also going to make sure I visit in May or Easter. It’s so tranquil.
Those of us who visit Breizh (Brittany!) year in, year out, know full well, this place has a defiant independent character and their Breton language keeps them separate or unique. In the same way as Wales, or the Hebrides, or parts of Scotland, where the regional language is still alive. Breton and Cornish (Cornish – a language which is officially dead, but used more and more, is being learnt and brought back to life) has similarities. One thing I would love to see in Cornwall, is the bilingual signage. Liskeard, for example, is actually called Lis Kerwyd……along with a multitude of alternative spellings and pronuciations.
Our evening walk took us right along the front of the ‘Grand Plage’ and the beach front apartments seemed a little more occupied. People eat late in France and the clink of glasses and cutlery against china could be heard as people ate in their front gardens and on their balconies; this family had carried their garden furniture onto the dunes and were enjoying an evening drink as the sun set.
Here’s another photo for Foster Mummy. This is the main road…….. Avenue des druides……….sssshh! No one is here! Not a car, not a house open, no one!
We walked back to the campsite as the sun was setting, poured a glass of wine and put our feet up, listened to the cuckoo, watched the bats circling over head and chatted quietly until it went dark.