A peaceful night beside the canal last night, The sun set around ten o' clock, setting the canal alight.
Moored nearby to us, was an English couple on a narrow boat. The man, spent most of the evening jumping on and off the boat, shouting into his mobile phone, jumping on his bicycle and riding up the road, only to return a short time later, when. he'd repeat the whole process. He was really quite manic.
Moored nearby to us, was an English couple on a narrow boat. The man, spent most of the evening jumping on and off the boat, shouting into his mobile phone, jumping on his bicycle and riding up the road, only to return a short time later, when. he'd repeat the whole process. He was really quite manic.
At lunch time we stopped at St. Malo for John to look at an inflatable kayak. The shop was right beside the port. After, we were hoping to stop at Cancale, for John to buy some oysters from one of the stalls on
the beach, but the town is small, and does not along motorhomes within 2km of the port. So instead, we journeyed to tonight's aire at St. Coulomb.
the beach, but the town is small, and does not along motorhomes within 2km of the port. So instead, we journeyed to tonight's aire at St. Coulomb.
We are lucky, to have a space at the end, with views of the surrounding countryside and St.Malo.
A short walk in either direction, takes you to the beach. Angela walked out on her own, choosing the path that ran above the beach. The coastline is pure Brittany, stretches of white sandy beaches and rocks off the shore. Despite it being warm, there was a keen breeze. "What's that flapping in the wind?" "Look, there's another one". On 'closer' inspection, it materialised that amongst these men, there was a smattering of ladies, also displaying their wares. As Angela walked back to Marge, several men on bicycles, were heading to the beach. It was just approaching five o' clock, the start of 'Happy Hour'.
A short walk in either direction, takes you to the beach. Angela walked out on her own, choosing the path that ran above the beach. The coastline is pure Brittany, stretches of white sandy beaches and rocks off the shore. Despite it being warm, there was a keen breeze. "What's that flapping in the wind?" "Look, there's another one". On 'closer' inspection, it materialised that amongst these men, there was a smattering of ladies, also displaying their wares. As Angela walked back to Marge, several men on bicycles, were heading to the beach. It was just approaching five o' clock, the start of 'Happy Hour'.
This evening, we will both take a walk out to view the..... idyllic view. Our plan tomorrow, is to drive to Mortain, known as 'Little Switzerland'.
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