Day 541 – Friday 6th September 2019
A cold start to the day but the sun soon came out so we hopped on Zippy to visit Les Alignments.
There are some 3000 standing stones (Menhirs) in and around Carnac
You see them all over this part of Brittany; at the side of the road, littered about the countryside and in people’s front gardens.
Julie in someone’s front garden
You can see why they’re called Les Alignments
Some of these boulders weigh well over 20 tons so what I find remarkable about Les Alignments is the physical effort involved in putting these enormous boulders in place. Especially when you consider how sparse the population must have been in 4,000BC and the fact they must have spent a fair bit of their waking lives either looking for food or generally trying to survive. The big stones would’ve take dozens of men to move. I don’t buy all this rolling them along on logs. Most logs are neither round nor straight they tend to be a bit bent & bumpy and very little ground is anything like flat. They didn’t have osteopaths in them days either.
At Les Alignments they do a tour in English on Mondays and Wednesdays but having taken it some years ago I can do it for you now;
There are about 3,000 Menhires in Les Alignments. They are thought to be from about 4,000BC and even though there are lots of theories about why they were created nobody really knows the fuck why. They were probably rolled into place on logs.
That’ll be €15 each merci beaucoup 😀
We took Zippy into the town of Quiberon and ate lunch
Quiberon is at the end of a peninsular and its west side of the peninsular is battered by the Atlantic giving it the look of Cornwall.
plenty of rugged rocks…
… beautiful beaches…
… and you can always find something dodgy to climb…
It was bloody windy up there!
In some shock news this Blog’s photographer has resigned her post over artistic differences!!!
Day 542 – Saturday 7th September 2019
It rained last night but it’s very sunny this morning. In the morning we did all the boring chores and after lunch went for a nose around La Trinité-sur-Mer.
La Trinité-sur-Mer is about half a mile in from the Atlantic on the Rivière de Crac’h and is a harbour for small yachts & boats
The old Blog photographer seems to have got herself some freelance work
After a nose about we went down to the Pointe de Kerbihan,
The new blog photographer is slowly getting the hang of things
Pointe de Kerbihan
A French Banksy?
Day 543 – Sunday 8th September 2019
A sunny intervals sort of day.
In the morning we visited the market at Carnac
It wouldn’t be a French market without the knife stall.
Market over we took Zippy to Auray
Port Saint-Goustan, Auray.
The old photographer has got her job back!
Day 544 – Monday 9th September 2019
A not warm but wet day. I cooked a monster Dhal and we binge watched some TV and played cards. We play a game called Spite & Malice. Tonight Julie lost and I have never witnessed such poor sportsmanship; she made Roy Keane look well balanced,.
Day 545 – Tuesday 10th September 2019
A better day. Still a little chilly but at least it was dry.
We hopped on Zippy and went to Locmariaquer, a little town on the Gulf de Morbihan for a nose about.
Locmariaquer,
Day 546 – Wednesday 11th September 2019
Another sunny intervals sort of day. Up early and on the road to La Rochelle. It was an uneventful journey, we had a bit of trouble finding a site, the one we wanted was completely full which considering it’s the middle of September surprised me.
Cfor making himself at home on the new site
I took a couple of spins about on Zippy to get the lay of the land. La Rochelle is a lot bigger than I imagined.
A sunflower head drying in the late afternoon sun
Day 547 – Thursday 12th September 2019
Overcast start to the day but the clouds soon cleared and it was a beautiful afternoon.
Last night Cfor went out about 10pm, he loves the dark. About 15 minutes later he came in all hissing, something obviously really spooked him.
today he is taking things easy
We visited the local towns of Angoulins & Chatelaillon-Plage in the afternoon.
Walking along the gravel track back from the beach tonight a van sped passed me then about 20m later it suddenly swerved onto the gravel track then quickly got back onto the road. The driver must have been fucking about with his phone.
No one is ever too far from sudden death