Douarnenez

Called in at the exotic garden in Roscoff, which was full of southern hemisphere plants; most impressive were the cacti, arranged along a tunnel, & the view from atop the 78 stepped rock. The whole project, run by volunteers since 1986, was charming.

Then down to the multi-port Douarnenez, which looks better on postcards than in the flesh. Had a superb meal in La Capitainairie restaurant where the chefs & diligent waiting team were all under 35.

We have a huge bedded room overlooking the beach & a car charging at less than snail pace, but foc, right outside the hotel’s flash front entrance.

Down to La Pointe du Raz today, the most westerly part of France. A bit like Land’s End, everything is geared towards selling stuff to tourists, while gorgeous gorse runs amok along the cliff tops.

Had a sun bathe afterwards at the adjacent Plage de la Baie des Trepasses, renowned for wiping out surfers with its consistently big waves.

Visited the third harbour of Douarnenez this evening in the sun, then back to the hotel to learn 18 euros is the price to use their swimming pool, etc. Not be doing that then.

Vannes