I really don't know where I spent the night, it was near Plourazel but, quite frankly was in middle of a maze of lanes and I just followed the signs. I thought I had a pretty good idea where the site was but setting off the next day, it was clear I didn't have a clue!
I made it to Le Conquet easily enough and spent a while looking round the town before getting the boat to Ouessant. I spent the night on the islands only campsite and the next day exploring. I had a lovely day you know, so relaxed (although all food left a lot to be desired). I visited the museum of Lighthouses and Buoys, the reconstruction of a traditional Ouessantian home and toured the coast looking for lighthouses and views. At the end of the day I got the boat to Brest and cycling past the massive complex of Oceanopolis, I found a site at the other end of town ready for my ride to the Crozon Peninsula the next day.
The ride to Crozon was enjoyable but 'vallonne' so much so that I had to look up the word in my trusty little dictionary. I quite like a climb, mainly for the sense of achievement and the reward of the beautiful views (probably made all the more beautiful by the exercise powered endorphins) but today after a veritable hike up from the bridge onto the peninsular (hairpin bends and busy roads = no stopping) I was rewarded by fog and rain. By the time I got to Crozon I was soaked to the skin so willingly followed the first campsite sign I found and holed up in the hills behind Morgat.
Today I am exploring the two towns (and the supermarket's free wifi) before heading off on a day ride tomorrow around the rest of the peninsula.
Now, I am leaving the supermarket and heading down the hill to the beach. My hope is that once there I will find some veggie food that is not flat and round (pizza, omelette, crepe) or a sandwich. It's an empty hope backed up by a bag full of rice and vegetables but it is hope none the less.
The nutritional requirements of a vegetarian touring cyclist are hard to meet in France.
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