Lerlit Plage, Hillion, Northern Brittany

At nine yesterday evening, despite feeling tired, we walked up the hill into the town. Treguier is described as a 'little city of character', so we were expecting the town to be interesting. It was. Once more, as in many of the towns we've visited recently colourful half-timbered buildings sat alongside modern business premises. Presided over by the cathedral, with it's immense spire that rises to a height of sixty metres.

Magnificent. It was enjoyable walking around the narrow streets and being able to take photographs without motor vehicles and people spoiling the shot. Returning to the site down by the river yet more vans had arrived. We weren't surprised. The location was nice and it was once again a free site. Today we continued our onward journey slowly. This holiday has been so much more enjoyable as we've not driven for hours each day. Margery had just tootled along. So by lunchtime we'd not moved on too far, finding ourselves at yet another free park up, with lovely new loos, just above a beach with a view over the Bay of Saint Brieux.

Mussel farming is big business in the area. Apparently the sea water conditions in the bay are perfect for growing mussels the traditional way, on a wooden pole called a bouchot.

The bay though is very unappealing, muddy looking sand, and lots of seaweed lay along the shoreline. Mid afternoon many people arrived to take to the water.

Not swimming, just standing, chatting. Most peculiar. After the pristine stunningly beautiful sands of the last few days, we wondered if we should bale out and drive on to Cancale. But it was late afternoon, and we decided to give the area a chance.

So we walked awhile on the beach, and long the coast path before returning to Margery just as a light rain began to fall. Probably most welcome by the farmers we thought. The unrelenting thirst of the land is evident everywhere. 

So this evening we are grateful the aire is quiet, we have a views, of the bay, the tide receding as far as the eye can see, and to our right and left, fields of corn awaiting the combine harvester which we have a feeling may arrive early tomorrow morning. The weather confining us to Margery, we reflect on the last few weeks. Some of the places we've visited, and the sights we've seen have left us speechless. We've learnt to live and enjoy each and every moment, as tomorrow is not guaranteed.