Day 38. 69km (85198kms 8yrs)
Over breakfast Anne offered me the key to her fisherman’s cottage. Just 50 kilometres away it will take me three days to reach by following the coast around, and is lovely to look forward to.
Heading north now I followed The Eurovelo 4 and 1 combined until their termination at Roscoff. Partially following an inlet it wasn’t as hilly as I’ve become accustomed to in Brittany. Fields of cabbages and onions on either side reminded me that Roscoff is the origin of the stereotype of a Frenchman on a bicycle with a string of onions strung around his neck (The blue and white stripy shirt is from very nearby also).
After a rather fancy Kouign-amann I left the cute but touristy town going west now along the coast. I already owe Régis a thank you for not allowing me to cut this corner of Brittany; the beaches here are magnificent; huge, and at the same time beautiful. But I’d set off late and before I knew it, it was alarmingly close to sunset, so many of the beaches had to be admired quickly as I searched for one remote enough to not be busy with walkers.
Around Brignogan Plages the village sits right the coast so I continued towards the sunset until the houses thinned out and a closed for the season campsite provided a buffer between people and beach. Here – by cutting through and disregarding a sign that I may claim I couldn’t read in French – I found a huge curve of sand with barely a footprint on it.
Under the wind shelter of a steep sand dune behind me I pitched the tent as a little light drizzle fell, very pleased with my camp for the night.
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8 Comments
@4:40 – I thought you were going to set up camp in the grave yard 👻!
Glad you chose the beach over the cemetery, mostly for the scenery actually. The sound of waves crashing is better than any sleep aid. Hope you had a restful night. 😊
Good camp spot find
What a magical beach you camped in. I find French cemetries fascinating, They are very rarely next to the church but are usually well maintained and, surprisingly, sometimes include the graves of British and Commonwealth servicemen from World War II which are cared for by the British War Graves Commission and the local inhabitants.
Yipes! I can't believe you camped there. The tides in Brittany are huge. As you were setting up your tent I was thinking you'd be lucky not to be inundated before long. How'd it go? — B.T.W., on this day you rode precisely through the little villages where Gudrun and I spent so many summer vacations. 😊
Nice onion find there. All I found today was an old light shade that had blown into the road, so I moved it out the way because it was slowing the cars down.
Nice camp spot, I hope the tide does not come all the way in. Tip for beaches. Look for the 'strand line', the line where the trash and debris that the tide brings in gets stranded as the water goes out again.
Wow that village with the big bolders! Great. by the way, I don't know where you are going but we are in the Languedoc, close to Carcassonne. If you need a bed or a shower just let me know.