We cycled passed Super U just after one this afternoon and the temp, flashing on the sign outside was 27 degrees! It was time to head home and get in the shade.
Our morning started really well and we cycled the beach side roads before nine in the morning, dropped into the supermarket, without a fight or any tears and were home with shopping and our breakfast by ten. We anticipated the heat so set off early to the ‘stone’. Carnac is famous for mile after mile of megalithic standing stones…menhirs. We cycled off into the distance, liberally coated in sunblock and felt the heat before we had even reached the stones. We pulled into the car park to lock up our bikes and made our way to the queue for the ‘petit train touristique’. It is a cheesy little land train that takes tourists around the standing stones, through Carnac, into Trinte sur mer and back to the menhirs again.
It was good to see the sights without moving a muscle and well worth the cost.
The stones are human height and row upon row stretch into the distance………..they predate the Egyptian pyriamids.
The dolmens are burial chambers and you and I could easily walk into them. Every time we come here, we go to see ‘the stones’ and I always want to walk amongst them. You can in the winter and spring and I’m coming back here ‘out of season’ just to do that. They are magical and their ancient status makes me just want to sit amongst history.
I’ve thought today, about previous holidays in Carnac, where I’ve shopped and felt the need to visit old towns, monuments, visitor attractions and ‘do’ the tourist thing. I have bought a locally made bag, from papa pique et mama cout……google them, the deliver world wide! Like Boden bags, but half the price. I’ve had an ice cream from the world famous ‘L’igloo’ which has hundreds of flavours and makes the cones and ice cream on site. I’ve spent the princely sum of £10 on wine! and eaten each day. Other than that, we’ve spent nothing.
I’ve had a ‘short break’ of five days and loved every minute of it! The sun has shone, I’ve read wonderful books, I’ve eaten too well (back to abstinence on Sunday) and next year, hopefully, with pennies saved, I’ll be back here with Foster Mummy.
If I may, I’d like to take this opportunity to promote the establishment where I’ve stayed it called Camping les druides and I can’t speak highly enough of the place. If you are thinking of France for a holiday, then stay here. And no, they do not know I’ve written this.
We’ll be off early in the morning for a slow meander back from Southern Brittany to the north to get our ferry home. We’ll call into Auray, St Pol de leon and then Roscoff, lunching, coffeeing and just taking it slowly until we get our night ferry.
It’s been a short but truly, the loveliest holiday. I have been blessed to spend the week with my best friend and loving partner of the last fifteen years………..this was well worth celebrating and, my darling, here’s to the next fifteen xxxxxxxxxxxx
See you all soon,