We woke up this morning to the sound of a Cuckoo. It sounded as if it was on the pitch next door! I don't think I have ever heard one so close.
When we opened the blinds we got such as surprise as not only could we see the sea but also land on the other side! We weren't too sure where it was though!
We drove into Paimpol and had a look around. It is a lovely old town and it was nice to see that not all the boats tied up were leisure boats - there were some fishing boats. Apparently the town developed around the important cod fishing industry from the 15th century to the 19th century and Paimpol’s fishermen used to set off on long trips to Iceland each February, trips which lasted around eight months at a time. Today, its glory is an oyster: the famous Paimpolaise. There is still an active fish market.
We walked round the harbour, two harbours in fact, and across the lock. The tide was out and a large dam holds the water in the harbour.
From Paimpol we drove up the peninsular to see if we could find the land we had seen this morning. The French have a habit of putting No Entry signs with Sauf Riverains \9except residents) on them on roads that lead to the sea - we gave up and ignored them in the end as did a lot of people it appeared! We never did find the houses that we could see from the caravan.
We drove up to the Pointe de L'Arcouest where a ferry goes to the Isle de Brehat and then round to another place - I'm not even sure it has a name - where I was just blown away by the rocks. With the tide being low the sea was just a mass of sharp, nasty, not-sailor-freindly rocks! They were amazing and stunning.
We continued to Loguivy-de-la-mer which was pretty but nothing special.