Our third trip to Ty Hir was in June. We arrived on a sunny day which was a welcome relief after a very wet spring in the UK.
We were keen to see how the garden was recovering from the pounding it had taken during our working trip in March.
As you can imagine, we were relieved and pleased to see that the grass was starting to grow and all of our hastily planted laurels had survived.
We went for a quick stroll down to the river Ellez, admiring the beautiful foxgloves that lined our route. Nothing lifts your spirit so much as blue skies and green vistas - we really are lucky having such a rural and peaceful place to escape to.
Fortunately our second day dawned bright and dry - perfect for a spot of painting. It was quite therapeutic methodically applying wood stain in the warm sunshine whilst mastering the art of avoiding drips - the trick was not to overload the brush!
By early afternoon, supplemented by lots of cups of coffee and bottles water, we had moved on to the fence which was quickly completed - job done - now time for the holiday!
I translated one of the walks that traces the river Aulne from Landeleau, about a 15 minute drive from Ty Hir, from French. We needed to try out the walk for ourselves to make sure that I hadn't made any mistakes - we didn't want any of our guests who might use the copies of the walk that we provide ending up going for a swim!
We had the lush green riverside trail to ourselves and enjoyed only the sound of running water and birdsong. Stopping at Le Stang campsite, where there is a secluded swimming area, we had a peaceful coffee break. During summer it is very popular and a temporary bridge is put in place. There is also a flying fox that traverses the river.
At Moulin Neuf we discovered an ancient statue of St Roch. He was a medical student who devoted himself to caring for victims of the plague. He was himself stricken down in the desert by the plague, and was miraculously fed every day by a dog bringing him a loaf of bread. He is the patron saint of Dogs, Plague, Pestilence and AIDS.
Roscoff is famous for it's “Onion Johnnies”. Onion Johnny is the nickname given to the French farmers and agricultural labourers who used tosell distinctive pink onions door-to-door in the UK. They have their own museum, La Maison des Johnnies.
On the outskirts of the town lies the Jardin exotique & botanique à Roscoff. The garden contains one of the largest collections of Southern Hemisphere plants in France and a large range of cacti. There is an incredible botanical range of plants originally from South Africa, New Zealand and Australia including different collections of Protea, Eucalyptus and Kniphofia.
You can travel across the Himalayan valley, the garden of medicinal plants in this region, the Chilean flora, eucalyptus and shrubs of the Australian bush, magnolias, rhododendrons, oaks, maples, pines, roses and bamboo.
The abbey was founded by one of Brittany's greatest saints, St Guénolé. It is located on the Aulne where it enters the Bay of Brest. Now only ruins remain of the abbey which was founded in the 5th century.
It has been attacked and destroyed many times, first by Vikings and finally ruined as a result of the French Revolution. There is an interesting museum which displays artefacts that have been found on the site.
Our destination was the megalithic Lostmarc'h alignments which sit overlooking the headland.
There are not many of the original standing stones left but there is one rather large one on its own which lent itself to a very picturesque photo.
On the headland itself you can see the traces of an Iron Age fort. We could see surfers dotted in the sea in the background.
We hope to tempt you to visit breathtaking Brittany one day!