It’s Wednesday. Well actually it’s Friday but that just shows I’m getting behind. Mind you, not as far behind as Steve and Marie who reckon they are “years in arrears”. Today we are moving to Sarzeau for a nice restful stay on the Presqu’ile de Rhuys. Gentle coast walking at its best.
However, we want to go to Cap Coz before we leave the area. And on the way there we want to check out an art exhibition which has been advertised at the Nautique Centre. Well, we saw the signs for the Centre yesterday on the way to Beg-Meil so we knew the way – or at the least the beginning of the way -through Fouesnant. Meandering through the back streets we eventually found it – in Cap Coz. Two stones with one bird!
However, one of the stones had no art exhibition – in fact neither did. The young lady on reception at the Nautique Centre was completely flummoxed. No art exhibition – now, past or future planned. OK. So lunch at the “Feet in the Water” restaurant – right on the beach. Only pizza – but REALLY good pizza. And the beach was another good one… That’s the restaurant top left with part of it’s roof missing!
On the way home, We saw the NAUTILE Centre – completely different from the Nautique Centre! And yes – they did have an expo. And pretty good it was too. Lots of very technically competent paintings and pastels. Probably by art students.
Now it’s time to hitch up a caravan and head for Sarzeau – and Camping Ferme Lann Hoedic.
While putting up the awning that evening, I noticed that there was a cluster of little two-person tents in the corner of the field. There were something between 30 and 40 of them! Some cluster. And, although deserted, something gave us a bad feeling. Suffice it say that a few football teams worth of teenagers arrived later that evening and overran the site. At least they were all quiet by 10.30.
Thursday saw us starting our planned circum-navigation of the peninsula by the coast path. From Port du Crouesty with millions of euros parked in the marina …
… and stashed in multi-story boat parks. .
… we headed for Arzon and another delightful beachlet.
Arzon sits at the mouth of the Gulf of Morbihan which is said to be 115 square kms in area (although I bet that’s a bit of guesswork!). The width of the entrance is about 1 km and with a tidal range of up to 4 m there’s a lot of water whipping through the narrows on each tide. At 9-10 knots apparently. Impressive. Yachties really have to time their departures and arrivals carefully. The Gulf is home to 42 islands at high tide – depending on one’s definition of an island. All but two or three of them are privately owned and inaccessible.
Along this part of the coast there are numerous pre-historic remains. We passed a couple of dolmens a standing stone and what looked distictly like a burial mound. And all within the confines of Arzon town.
Tomorrow will be Friday…
We visited Arzon last June and walked the peninsula around to the harbour where a big crane was lifting a huge floating pontoon on to a low loader. No hard hats!