Day 35. 74km (84975kms 8yrs)
Over breakfast (including homemade yoghurt and local apple juice) Régis played me the Brittany ‘national’ anthem; set to the same music as the Welsh one, to me it sounded entirely Scottish making me feel quite connected somehow to the region.
After which I set off west through the Brittany countryside. Having come south to Dinan I’d left behind the Eurovelo at the coast and was now travelling along quiet farm roads. There was more tractors and cyclists than any other form of traffic.
In Lamballe – thanks to Kylie who had Paypalled me – I got a ‘formule’ bakery lunch of a sandwich, drink, and an enormous wedge of local cake. ‘Far Bretagne’ I think it was called.
I’d been expecting to camp tonight but in Saint Brieuc picked up word that I could stay at a mill run by a collective, a sort of kibbutz if you will. I’d mistranslated ‘moulin’ as windmill but arrived instead to a very grand watermill and garden. It was early enough that I was able to have dinner (leftover crêpes; thanks Régis!) outdoors as the sun set, before snuggling down under three blankets in the chilly but lovely dormitory room for the night.
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3 Comments
Didn't realise the french offered shower facilities with the public toilets .😂
I'm sure that by time you read this you'll be past the places I'd recommend seeing from previous vacations in Brittany. But, the northern coast is spectacular. Beautiful small villages and a most rugged and beautiful coastline with enormous tides. We stayed a number of times in Plouescat and Tréguier, and drove all the coastline from Tréguier westwards past Plouescat and along the coast as far as Brest. That would be worth the number of days it'd take you to ride. Don't know how that fits into your tight North African visa schedule. — Perhaps something to log away for a future trip.
Le pissoir And they say the French are so sophisticated