Due to the weather not being that great we decided to give Roscoff a miss and head further South, in search of the sun.
The place of choice was Cameret-sur Mer. The Aire was ok, nicely spaced bays and close to the GR34 coastal path.
Kev wasn’t himself. He was very quiet, no laughing or joking. All he wanted to do was stay in. He “couldn’t be bothered”. I knew something was wrong. The flames on the cooker were virtually non existent now. We couldn’t heat the water for a shower and it was just barely keeping the fridge going. The weather had promised better for Monday. It was thick of fog 😣. He said if our daughter wasn’t coming over in July (to celebrate his 60th birthday) then he’d have got the ferry home that day.
His star sign is a Leo, and they are ruled by the sun. He wasn’t a happy bunny. I knew once the sun came out, and if we could get the cooker fixed he’d be OK. In the meantime, he was digging his heels in and “not going anywhere”. I talked him into coming for a coastal walk along the cliff tops. It was beautiful but shrouded in fog. It had one of the most stunning bays we’d seen over here and knew if the sun was shining on it we’d have been “wowed”. We carried on the path and this took us into the small town by the harbour. I only took a couple of photos of the town.
He’d seen a supermarket and decided to drown his sorrows with 2 cream filled pastries and a croissant! 😂. Well it worked. He was back to his normal sarcastic, upbeat self. Phew 😆.
He came round slowly and admitted he was fed up. The weather promises to be better from Wednesday onwards now, and we’re using our camping cooker. Problem solved.. for now.
We cleaned the whole motorhome, which took 10 minutes 😁, and set off for a little village inland called Locronan. Wow. What a gorgeous little place this was. It was like walking into an old French filmset.
There were a few people about so we thought we’d wait until everyone had gone and go get some photos. We were staying the night just outside the village. I called into the tourist office and asked if they knew anywhere we could get the gas system looked at. She rang around and found us somewhere. It was 40 mins away and they could only do it today! We had to rush back to the motorhome, snapping photos en route, pack up and go 😮.
Long story short, we got a new regulator for €68, fitted. We were well happy, and the best bit…it’s was blue skies and 25 degrees 😎, as we were even further down South.
Concarneau, is still in Brittany but has a much warmer feel to it. It was great to see the blue sky meeting the deep blue of the sea.
The aire was in an old train station car park and was already filling up. It’s free to park through the day and only €6 for the night. Water was an extra expense at €4 for 10 minutes 😮. I spotted someone filing a watering can from a little hidden tap in the corner of the aire, so had a walk over with our 10 litre collapsible container. Haha free water 😀.
This little place was bigger than we thought and so much nicer than our first impressions. It had a small fortified walled city in the middle that was built by the Germans when Concarneau was occupied from 1940 to 1944. It was supposed to house the troops so they could surprise the enemy, but it never saw any action. It is now full of shops and restaurants and is surrounded by a beach, the town and the harbour.
We decided to only stay one night here and move onto Pont Aven. We ended up staying 2 nights here as it was so picturesque. We’d managed to find a free aire behind a supermarket. Doesn’t sound great but it was surrounded by trees with a little river running behind the back. It wasn’t in the “All the Aires” book, the Tourist Office told us about it so it was very quiet. Pont Aven was beautiful, the nicest place we’ve been to so far I think. We meandered through it’s tiny quaint streets, down to the estuary that flowed to the sea.
We were getting the 10am bus to Quimper the following day. When I heard Kev getting up and rattling about around quite loudly I said “is suppose it’s time to get up is it?”. “Seeing as it’s 9am, yes!” He replied. Omg! We never usually stay in bed so late. When we were working we’d be awake between 6 and 6.30am, even on a weekend. Now if we wake up at that time, we nip to the loo and climb back up the ladder into our over cab bed 😴. Weird to think neither of us wanted an over cab bed..they’re soooo comfy 😊.
Quimper was quite large and although pleasant, it wasn’t a place I could have stayed in. I think we prefer the small, quaint villages or coastal towns now.
We walked down the streets, there was some sort of protest going on so a lot of areas were closed off but what we saw was nice. A young girl was walking in front of us. She was very slim with long ginger curly hair, and very pale skinned. We both looked and said “chips”. Which meant she needed fattening up lol. She looked like she needed some sun too, but most people with ginger hair don’t tan very well.
It was nice to walk around in shorts and t shirts again. The weather was glorious. We were comparing tans and I said “I think I’ve caught some sun today”. He looked me up and down and said “Don’t kid yourself, you look like the milky bar kid! In fact if that girl with ginger hair hadn’t been so thin I’d have thought it was you!” 👻☹.
We finished our day in the supermarket. I love walking round picking up bargains and seeing all the different types foods they sell. Kev, on the other hand hates it. Haha. This time I was only replacing a pair of shorts. I got some new navy cotton ones in the UK, but navy bleaches in the sun and turns a light shade of orange. Not a good look.
We had no plans of where to go the following day, which is great. If we like somewhere, we stay, if we feel we’ve seen enough, we move on. We moved on 30 mins down the road to Kersecol. There is a free aire facing the sea and with the sun shining on it, it was the dog’s doodahs. 😆
We were back on the GR34 coastal path so we packed an apple, some water and set off. The hues and blues of the water were a welcome sight. We came across bays with sail boats moored up, rugged coastlines with waves lapping against the rocks. Heavenly. The only thing was, we’d forgotten to put our walking shoes on so we headed back. All set for the pathway we went in the other direction. Kev is good and will help my down from awkward or high rocks. He turned round to grab my hand and said “You look like Ermuntrude”. This was a cow from the TV programme Magic Roundabout. “You’re a cheeky sod” I said. Laughing he said “I didn’t mean you look like a cow, it was just with your big fat legs and clod hopping boots on” 🤔.
We sat down to admire the views and eat our apples. The was an old war bunker at the side of us, with a metal top that used to house the machine guns. Weird to think somewhere so beautiful had seen some ugly atrocities in the war .
We headed back to the motorhome to sit out and read for a bit. The sun was shining on the sea and it was nice to chill for a bit. We sat side by side and he turned and looked at me and cracked out laughing. “You look like a cross between fuzzy bear and Ermuntrude”. Apparantly my blonde facial hair was shining in the sun. I think he does love me deep down, he just has a funny way of showing it 😂.
When we got back to the motor home our French neighbours were filleting some fish. He called me over and asked if we wanted some. He was also offering 2 fresh crabs, that he’d caught. Of course we accepted, but I didn’t have a clue how to clean and a prepare a fresh crab.
After using YouTube I sussed out how to do it. They’re quite messy and had little red bits in that Kev thought was tomatoes 😂. How nice of the crab to garnish itself for us 😁.
There was hardly any meat on them. Without exaggeration we got about a tablespoon of white meat off them!
We out back up plan in action and had bbq’d pork with dauphinoise potatoes and sweetcorn.
We went to bed that night with a view of the sea and a lighthouse flashing away, through out bedroom window. Perfect.
The following morning we awoke early, 6.30am, looked out of the bedroom window and marvelled at the sun shining.on the sea with tiny white sail boats bobbling about on the waves. Kev snuggled in to give me a cuddle, and started twittering about that I’m old, have saggy skin, droopy boobs, wrinkled eyes, cankles (fat ankles, which I don’t have!). The list went on. I was creased up laughing and said “No one would have you, if I left you with the way you talk”. A speedy sarcastic remark came back “oh I wouldn’t get anyone as old and wrinkly as you again, I get myself someone younger with a fit body” 😲. Yeah right…in his dreams 😂.
Not even 7am and we’re laughing. We get on great, but you need to, to be able to live in such close quarters. He keeps saying “Tha does love me, dunt tha?” And then winks and gives me his boyish grin.. of course I love him….doesn’t mean I always like him! 😂😂.
Below is a photo of typical Brittany dress from years gone by.