Monday 28 August

I have visitors arriving today, Paul and Tracey – two up Tiger riders.

They have come the long way down, the tunnel to Caen yesterday, then down to me today.

We’ve arranged to meet in Paimpont for lunch at 1pm.

I get there early hoping to grab a table at the Logis hotel, but when I arrive it’s closed on a Monday – damn I did have a little niggle at the back of my mind this might be the case- many businesses- even in high season- close on Mondays.

Whilst I wait for them to arrive I wander down to take a photo of the lake.

Paul and Tracey arrive, and we go off in search of somewhere to eat- could be tricky as its now nearly 1.30pm.

I spot a crêperie with a free table outside, but by the time we’ve parked its taken.

We go to another place on the lake, busy but with free tables. We are told 30 minutes, so decide to wait, but then in English the owner says crossly “Come back in 30 minutes”

Hmm, I’m not really happy with that type of attitude- it bloody hot, we’ve parked up and you have space for us to sit and wait but tell us to go- I know when I’m not wanted.

So change of plan…we will eat at home!

We stop of at SuperU and buy some additional food.

Then a quick detour into Ploermel for a Tabac- I’d forgotten how annoying it is that you only buy cigarettes at a Tabac here!

We gladly get to the house- it is now up in the 30s, so quite sticky. So we all take a quick shower

The rest of the day is spent in Bar du Jardin -eating, drinking and chatting.


Monday 21 August

Wake up late, which seems to be a bit of a habit on this holiday.

Sit having a coffee in bed, trying to decide where to go today.

I decide on Port du Foleaux for a nice lunch by the river.

Once again I decide to let my Zumo take me on a curvy route. It turns out to be a mix of roads I ride regularly and some new ones. Lots of nice twisties.

I arrive just after 12, perfect as there are plenty of free tables.

The set menu is always good value here and today is no exception.

Rough, country pate, followed by delightfully crispy yet moist chicken and a scrummy coconutty pudding.

This restaurant L’escale de Foleux, was one of those lucky finds a few years back, when I randomly turned down a small road as it was labelled “port”. I highly recommend it if you are ever in the area.

Great food, friendly service, in a a peaceful setting overlooking the river. What more could you ask for?

The temperature is rising so I’d planned to go the beach, but find I have only picked up the top half of my costume.. Doh! Its not meant to be, so I head home. Its too hot to go sightseeing.

I artive back in Caro, to find my normally sleepy road lined with cars. I assume its either a wedding or funeral – and when about hour ot two later the church bells ring dolefully I guess its the latter.

My afternoon is spent soaking up the sunshine whilst listening to a couple of chapters of “Me before you” downloaded from the library before I came away. So much easier to listen to a book than read it yourself when lying in the sunshine.

In the evening I watch this classic Brit film. One of many freebie dvds that have ended up over here

Saturday 19 August Vannes

Saturday is market day in Vannes and it is heaving with people.

But it all seems to be the same old stalls selling the same old stuff.

There are a few new shops round near the Cathedral including a jewellers dufresne. A simple bangle in the window catches my eye…I just can’t resist going in.

The jeweller promises me the clasp will not come undone. I say that is good as I’m always losing jewellery. I try on about 4 of the bangles before getting the correct size- sold! Well that’s half my tax refund spent :0)

I ask if he is OK for me to take photos- of course he says. I explain that I write a blog of my trips.

So if you are ever in Vannes please do visit him and say bikerbunny sent you!

I am always fascinated by a craftsman’s tools. The bangle he is working on had taken 4 hours so far. He says it is in his heart to do this work.

It is now past twelve. I need to find somewhere to eat before the tables start to get full and the restauranters do not want to give up a table to une personne.

I decide to try somewhere new.

Not my usual style, as its all bio and healthy, but it is also chocolate!

The healthy, slightly unusual, goats cheese salad…

Followed by a less than healthy chocolate brownie.

I feel really sorry for the mother of this rather naughty little girl, sitting on the table next to me. She makes a real fuss over not just her main course but her chocolate pudding too. I have to laugh when she refuses to give the extremely yummy caramel sauce a try, raising my eyes in solidarity with the poor mum.

After lunch a walk in the Jardins du Ramparts. As usual there is a stunning display of flowers

I do have to have a little giggle to myself at this couple who have brought their own picnic table. Although I guess its a step up from sitting in the carpark like Brits so often do.

Stunning colours.

Unsuspecting tourists do not seem to have noticed the giant spiders web….watch out!

After my walk its back on the bike and a short ride to Sene, to the large charity warehouse Emmaus.

They have cleared so much stuff since Sara and I were here in June.

This time I also go in the clothes and haberdashery store.

I really wish I sewed or did crafting, some of the stuff is gorgeous and so cheap. Old buttons, linens and all this lovely thick crocheted lacework trimmings.

But I leave empty handed.

Next stop it’s the beach: Pointe du Bill.

I haven’t planned this perfectly as have to change in the car park trying to use my bike to hide my bits! Not that easy, but better here than in full view on the beach!

I’m not sure what it is about this spot, maybe it gas great acoustics, but theres a random man playing the sax, right next to the car park… Weird!

I may not be fully prepared with my cossie, but I am with my new beach shoes…the stones and seaweed won’t bother me now.

There are quote a few windsurfers out on the sea, as it’s pretty windy.

After my swim, I sunbathe for a while, before heading back to Caro, following a curvy route that takes me a new way home.

This shrine catches my eye.

It’s been an enjoyable day #lifeisgood

Monday 14 August

In the morning I head to SuperU in Ploermel to get my fridge stocked up for the holiday.

Then in the afternoon it’s back over to Ploermel for my 3 o clock appointment at the Police Station.

I sit watching the Gendarme type up his report, then have to sign both copies, one for me, one for them.

I take a detour on the way home to have a cuppa with Ken and Lesley at Mototaranis and to find out their plans for the Madone tomorrow.

Just as well I did, as seems it’s all change this year with only one entrance into the Blessing and the campsite is all set up within the town- all due to National Security.

In the evening I am invited to Martin and Jennifers for a meal.

I take a bottle of Cremant- the French equivalent of Prosecco – which had been recommended by a friend from UK.

Its very nice with “soft” bubbles.

We enjoy our aperitif outside in their quaint garden.

We go inside to eat.

The Greens have had their house up for sale for a year House details, but so far no takers.

I will be sad to see them go, they are good friends to have in the village, but their family want them to live closer.

Table decoration

It is dark by the time I leave.

The church tower has been renovated recently and has gone all hi tech with a changing light scheme.

Sunday 13 August

St Malo is such a pretty port to arrive in.

Unfortunately I do not have such a pretty sight when I arrive at my house in Caro.

Someone has tried to break in. The porch door had held well as they had tried in 25 places to lever it open!

Unfortunately they hadn’t given up and had managedto gain access elsewhere.

Fortunately it appears they were just looking for money, tipping out a couple of tins and drawers, but nothing too bad.

The TV, stereo and an old laptop were still there, as well as all the booze phew!

Somewhere in the depths of my brain I remember the word for thief, and in my best Franglais tell my neighbours who are in their garden. They are shocked.

I walk down to Martin and Jennifers’ house, English friends in the village, to tell them what has happened.

Martin speaks to my neighbour who lives opposite who calls the Gendarmes.

It seems the break in happened either Friday or Saturday night as my neighbour had mowed our lawn on Friday.

The Gendarme arrive within half an hour, pretty impressive as its Sunday and the start of a Bank Holiday.

They take fingerprints. The garage had also been broken into, but nothing appears to have been taken.

I thought that 50 euros left by my parents had been stolen, but having spoken to them on the phone I find it.

Ironically the thieves have missed the only money in the house.

The police leave, I have to report to the station at 3pm tomorrow.

I head into Maelstroit hoping the supermarket will still be open, but it closes at 12.30 I have just missed it.

The restaurants are all full, so I ride home via Guer to see if my friends Dave and Sally are over. They aren’t.

Luckily I’d had a large breakfast on the boat, so last out till later in the evening when I ride to Ploermel and get a Maccie D takeaway. The french burgers are so much nicer than ours.

Not the start to my holiday I had hoped for, but I am thankful as it could have all been so much worse, and Im glad it was me who found it and not my Mum and Dad.

Monday 29 May: Day 5: Rain stops play…or does it?

In the morning I get a call from Mr P, ” Is it OK if they pop in for a coffee?”  Of course says I.

Bikes duly parked up, outside my little French house.. 

…everyone heads round back to the garden – with their motorbike textiles on, the damp seating is not a problem!

So good to catch up over a cup of coffee or two.

 I suggest they say for lunch before they head off to the Musee de Résistance in St Marcel, which is gladly accepted.

Whilst I’ m in the kitchen pulling together lunch, Dave and Nigel very kindly sweep up the mess that I have made on the patio whilst paint stripping.

Only Brits on holiday would sit outside to eat in this weather.

As we finish lunch the heavens open ,  so I suggest a game of Breton Kerplunk.

There aren’t many rules:

  1. Winner is the one who has least balls at the end.
  2. If you touch a stick you have to pull it out
  3. If you throw the dice and there are no sticks of that  colour left you miss a go

Simples.. Although there are little tricks to playing that everyone quickly cottons onto.

The first game finishes with most of the balls/marbles balanced on four sticks and Dave who had started off so well, ends up losing.

 But that’s one of the joys of the game, it does take some skill but in the end it is also down to chance.

We are all quite competitive,  and the language gets very colorful at times! And that’s with playing in the afternoon when we are sober. Can you imagine what we’d be like after a few glasses of wine.

Just as well we are all good friends! 

There does seem to be a bit of a   ” Team Sofa” going on with Nigel and Carol coaching each other.

As well as  lots of banter about balls or lack of!

By the time the afternoon ends it is all pretty even, with winners and losers all round.

So there it is, if you ever wondered how a bunch of “tough” bikers spend an afternoon when it’s raining there you have it…playing  à grown-up version of Kerplunk!

Sunday 28 May: Day 5: Stripping in the rain

Not a lot to say about today.

I needed to get window stripped, but its raining.

Nothing for it but to strip in the rain!

So I don my swimming costume and an old T shirt of Rogers he’d left behind and strip.

It takes forever. The paint is really stubborn in places. Some it has to have 9, Yes 9 applications of stripper. 

But I do it! And feel quietly proud of myself. 

The rain stops and isn’t forecast until later tonight so I decide to prime the door. 

Almost as soon as I’ve finished the rain starts! That’s not meant to happen.   I hope it doesn’t bugger it up.

A photo from the municipal magazine that I catch up reading in the afternoon.