As we have put our house in the UK on the market, we decided to take advantage of the offer and move some of our gear over to our holiday home in Finistère. Not that we really needed an excuse to go back, we do miss our little piece of rural heaven when we are not there!
My stomach was grumbling at the thought of the dinner that awaited us at the La Baule, the self-service restaurant on the Bretagne (my favourite ferry). I had the lamb tangine, it was a huge serving that melted in my mouth - yum! Naturally this was accompanied by a bottle of red which went down very well.
They take their food and drink very seriously at Brittany Ferries - you can even download their menus and wine lists in advance of your trip to plan your dining experience - how very civilised!
I love the roads in Brittany, they just seem so quiet and traffic free compared to the UK, though you do have to contend with the occasional tractor or two! A small price to pay methinks.
We discovered the last of the autumn mushroom crop lining our drive but resisted the temptation to try them for dinner - we will leave that to the experts!
After a couple of back breaking hours of digging out weeds we felt that we had earned our very tasty and tangy mille-feuille aux framboise from the patisserie - what a treat and just €3 for two of them, a bit of a bargain I'm sure you will agree!
Of course, now it's autumn, we were able to take full advantage of the lovely wood burner in the Petit Longère. We were happy to spend the evening snuggled up in front of the fire watching a bit of TV.
Our first close encounter of the day with the sea was when we made a quick stop on a beach overlooking the Anse du Loch. We were lucky that the sun decided to show its face. It gave a lovely warm glow to the cliffs overlooking the anse (cove).
It was a blustery day to say the least and some of the gusts of wind were nearly strong enough to knock us our feet - it made photography somewhat of a challenge! I did manage to get a few snaps before we headed to the more sheltered northern side of the point for a cliff top picnic lunch.
The name of this beautiful bay translates as Bay of the Dead. There are a number of legends which seek to explain the name.
One story is that bodies of shipwrecked seaman were washed up here by strong currents.
The bay is also thought by some to be the location of the lost city of Ys, the fabled ancient capital of the region.
From the cliff top path you descend to the wide sandy beach via some WW2 german bunkers. These have been decorated in traditional French fashion - with graffiti.
The bay is normally very popular with local surfers but today it was a bit much for even those hardy souls.
We only saw one hardy wetsuit clad soul bobbing around in the waves. He didn't manage to successfully ride a wave during our stay, not surprising considering the force of the wind.
As the sun began to set we slowly climbed back up the cliff and retraced our steps to the car park at the Pointe du Raz. This is definitely a highly recommended day trip from our gites, especially out of season, for stunning views with plenty of bracing sea air.