Our next planned hop was a short one, a journey of some 40kms were we to go straight there. Of course, we didn’t. We would be passing the southern edge of the marais that had drawn our attention on the…

… wind and more wind, and salt. We’d spent a pleasant enough Friday night at Camping Mon Calme and Saturday dawned bright. Saturday in Piriac-sur-mer is also market day so guess where we were going? We walked the 1km out…

We did our housekeeping on Frodo, filling up the fresh water etc. and prepared to head for La Turballe, which is in the southern extreme of Brittany, a spit west of St. Nazaire. Our route would take us tantalizingly close…

… rain, rain and more rain. The inclement weather had been forecast for 21st. We had planned to drive to St. Aubin du Cormier, a journey just shy of 300kms, so why did it feel so long? It took us…

Having arrived at Honfleur yesterday afternoon, the sunny weather continued and today we wandered into town to the honeypot harbour. We’d actually been here many years ago with American friends but I’m darned if I can remember anything about that…

Francine had set a 05:00 alarm so we could leave at 05:45-ish and head for Le Shuttle. We found the correct route and way in and hit the self check-in gates. We were early so it offered us a train…

After the most extraordinary British spring that I can remember – lots of sun, little rain but quite cool easterly winds – we are once again running away to La Belle France. We are starting this trip very differently for…