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If you are a fan of sea food Brittany is a great place. I have no idea why but neither Lynne nor I have ever had mussels, or Moules mareniere before, let alone with frittes, so that was something I was looking forward to trying.
Of course we couldn't pass up on the cocktail bar either and had an evening of beer and Mojitos........
This particular bar had the best wi-fi and became our stop of choice for the next few days for a morning coffee and a chance to download the paper, while watching the world go by.
Around four o'clock down at the fish port there would be a queue for freshly caught fish and shellfish, on this particular afternoon it was fresh crab that was on offer. Lynne is still building up to preparing fresh fish, she won't eat anything with eyes!
The weather had decided to turn rather cloudy for a few days and one afternoon Lynne and I felt it was cool enough to climb the cliffs and explore the network of footpaths going out towards the Pointe de Toulinquet.
Of course being the spontaneous types we hadn't bothered with appropriate footwear and had even called at the boulangerie first for a bagette!
The cliff scenery was pretty dramatic. Also it must be said surprisingly crumbly.
It also became apparent that the whole cliff top was a rabbit warren of old concrete gun emplacements and fortifications, all of which it was possible to go in and explore, some however were just too spooky..... In fact you needed your wits about you as there were many hidden entrances to avoid if you wanted to avoid falling down a vertical shaft.
The next afternoon I got a text from our friends Mo and Paul who were just around the Crozon peninsular in Morgat. Apparently it was a bit rolly in the anchorage where they were so rather than us going around to meet them as we had planned for the following day, they came to see us, anchoring next to us in their boat Ti- Gitu. Or Tiggy 2 as we call her......
We had last seen them many hundreds of miles and almost twelve months ago in Craighouse on Jura in the Scottish Hebrides, it was lovely to catch up drinking a few beers in the cockpit, however the swells that had driven them from Morgat had come with them and we all began to roll slowly. This can become very wearisome and already I was thinking of a move to somewhere more sheltered. It was too late to do anything that afternoon. That evening we watched the firework display over the town and port to celebrate Bastille day. The party went on until late and what with the noise and the rolly polly anchorage we didn't get a great deal of sleep!
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