We sit in cafe “Ty Pierre” overlooking the harbour, coffee on hand, with the almost long forgotten smell of cigarette smoke wafting in our direction. We have spent a relaxing and enjoyable 24 hours in the town of Roscoff before our ferry to Ireland tomorrow. We have decided to continue to Ireland and take our chances with the weather.
Sunshine in Roscoff
I have to confess that Roscoff is a pleasant surprise, I had imagined the town would be just a working ferry port with little architectural or historical interest similar to some others we have seen in the past, however wandering around the town, reading the signs outside buildings, helpfully in both French and English, it is so much more. The size and construction of the buildings indicate that there was a level of prosperity in the town in the past. Part of this prosperity may have been driven by the humble onion, well, distinctive pink onions.
Looking east at Roscoff harbourA challenger for Spacex?This will always be a “Modern Garage”A “Thank You” to medical staff.
“Onion Johnnies” is a term I had never heard of till now. It relates to Breton onion sellers who started to travel to the UK from Roscoff in the late 1820’s to sell their pink onions. In part this was due to higher prices obtained in the UK, but also back then it was easier to sail to the UK than travel by road and rail to Paris. Taking their harvest in July or August to the UK and into storage, the Onion Johnnies would then sell the onions on bicycles around the UK until the end of the year. At their peak in the 1920’s over 1,300 sellers would come to the UK each year. Wearing their distinctive blue and white stripped Breton shirts and berets it is possible they became the image of Frenchmen in the minds of those who met them, probably to the bemusement of the French people who do not dress like that.
Roscoff heritage carved into the buildingsA carved “Onion Johnnie” image.
I realised I had seen one or more Onion Johnnies in my childhood in England in the 1960’s when my parents would buy onions from a man on a bicycle wearing a beret. How interesting to learn this which recalled a forgotten memory.
Roscoff is also the home to the “Station biologigue de Roscoff” (SBR). Established in 1872 by Henri de Lacaze-Duthiers due to the diverse marine environment here, SBR is now linked to the Sorbonne university: the facility provides for research and advanced education in marine biology and oceanography. Over 1,000 students and staff work or visit during the year.
Courtyard of “The Station biologique de Roscoff”.Goodbye to Cider and France
Apart from a brief visit to St Malo on our way to Spain in 2016 I have not visited Brittany since the mid 1960’s when my parents took us on holiday to a place called Le Pouldu. I recall names of places we visited such as Concarneau and Quimperlé but nothing else. Perhaps my sister has some old faded black and white photographs somewhere. Was that really almost 60 years ago? Time does fly.
With so many potential places to visit, Anne has been diligently researching to pick a few of the many gems for us to see in our time in Brittany. Our first stop is Vannes, an old walled town en route to our first campsite. While the local shops seem more tourist focused for my liking, it is good to see that many businesses have survived COVID and hopefully are thriving again. The buildings are beautifully preserved and the town is worth a visit.
“Jardin de ramparts” VannesWildflowers allowed to grow. VannesBeautifully maintained buildings in VannesOld buildings with external cables and pipes!
While we enjoy the riding, it is also important for us to walk each day, and not just in our riding gear! We are staying at a campsite on the beach outside Lamor-Barden, a small village with two restaurants and one ship – a campsite conveniently located between Vannes and Carnac, with costal walking paths starting from just outside the campsite. The weather forecast was not looking so good over the next few days, so we opted for a small pod instead of putting the tent up. After the first night and first breakfast of freshly baked and delivered flaky croissants (for Anne only) to the campsite reception, we decide to extend our stay by another day.
Our “tent” for three nights.Our beachfront viewBeautiful horses, anyone know the breed?
Today’s destinations, June 29th, are first Auray then Carnac. Auray is another picturesque old town. The Battle of Auray on 29 September 1364 was the last battle of the Breton War of Succession. Nestled at the bottom of an estuary, Saint-Goustan port takes you back in time with its cobbled streets, stone bridge, half-timbered houses and bustling quays. The most picturesque side of the river is reached by crossing the four-arched stone bridge that dates back to the 13th century.
Idilic scene at AurayStone buildings and blue sky. Auray
After a lovely lunch on the port, we head off to Carnac.
Built 1,000 years before the famed English site of Stonehenge, the Alignements de Carnac’s 3,000 perfectly aligned pre-historic megalithic stones continue to baffle historians and is one of the most important megalithic sites in Europe. The photographs do not do the site justice mainly because you can’t capture it all in one photo.
A small slice of the 3000 stones at Carnac.A small section of Carnac’s alignment Anne with two of the Carnac stones
As tomorrow looks very wet again, we decide to stay a third night and explore the area further but on foot only. Today’s 12km walk takes us west of the campsite, along the coast line, past numerous oyster farms and back through a forest. Anne was not game enough to try this vending machine: it offered everything from oysters, lemon and rosé. What more do you need?!
Nine oysters for six Euros in a vending machine.
We have averaged 8kms a day walking this month – we both feel we need these walks to balance all the good food and local cider we’ve been having.
Only when I started planning routes in Brittany did I realise that there is no such thing as a coastline road to follow. Rivers, estuaries and a rugged coastline all cut deeply into the interior along the southern coast. One could spend weeks exploring a tiny area. So many beaches, so many wild coves, so many quaint photogenic villages. We are just seeing a fraction of what there is to offer here.
Anne’s next chosen destination is just outside Crozon. It turns our that our campsite is popular with young surfing Germans – there are lots of kids, lots of groups of campers together, even a happy clappy group of about 30, 3 year olds still being breastfed – we’ve suddenly brought the average age of the campsite residents up it seems. But we have scored well with a perfect spot right at the end of a lane. The weather is grey again but perfect for another long walk with lunch of moules frittes (mussels and chips) and a litre of local cider. We’re not sure whether eating moules is like eating celery: the effort expended in eating them is more than the nutrient value gained.
The best site in the campground for us.Beyond this is North America thousands of kilometres away. Looking north across the beach at near Goulien.On the beach at Goulien.
Our priority on leaving our Crozon campsite is to go to the local hardware store for shoe glue. Yes, we have yet another equipment fail. One of Anthony’s squeeky Sidi boots is now quacking: the sole is completely detached at the back. We have attempted to glue it back together with Russian glue we acquired on one of our trips but will it hold? As I write this, 4 days later, so far so good and we haven’t used the new glue yet.
I had pinned so many stops in Brittany, but with the weather forecast not on our side, staying put for 2 or 3 nights at a time seemed to make more sense. While we have waited for the weather to clear enough for our walks, we have studied the various weather apps. Is it wise to stick with our original plan to visit Ireland considering the rain forecast or should we re-route? Various places in France that we contemplate are either getting drenched or scorched. Spain, Portugal then maybe? Oh to feel a bit of warmth again! Going south appeals, but Ireland has been calling for many years now.
We decide to still head for Roscoff where our ferry to Cork leaves from. We can still cancel our tickets (and get a 75% refund) up to 4 hours prior to departure. We can decide later so off we head to Roscoff.
Have you ever tried to take the perfect photograph? Travel offers the opportunity to see and photograph scenes from around the world to give you memories for years to come. You find the location, check the lighting, frame the subject, aperture and shutter speed set, well perhaps not the last part on the iPhone SE that I use, and you are ready for that award winning photo, then this……..
Someone moves into the frame as you press the shutter. I mean what can you do? It seems to happen to me repeatedly. I would appreciate any ideas you have to allow me to take that elusive perfect photo.
– Anthony
P.S. could not resist having some fun with this. Please note that Anne does all the award wining photographs in this blog from the motorbike and on foot.
Before we leave Bourges, we need to replenish the gas cylinders we used to re-inflate my tyre yesterday. Anne identifies a motorcycle dealer with great reviews who may have the cylinders. We navigate across the city to Dafy Moto. Sadly no gas cylinders are available there, however technology has moved on: you can now buy a usb rechargeable compressor. Much as I liked the cylinders going cold when you use them, this is more practical in our world. It is unlikely that future trips will take us to some of the more remote places we have been, plus electricity does seem more commonplace nowadays! They also provided coffee and hot chocolate for us. Great service.
Excellent service and coffee at Dafy Moto in Bourges.
With the daily storm-fronts sweeping this part of France and the need to dry out the tent and riding gear, we have decided to move indoors for a couple of days. We have chosen to base ourselves in Chinon, a small town straddling the La Vienne river. It has the classic walled Chateau overlooking the town, cobbled streets cafes and more, including family connections. We can travel out from the hotel without all the gear, making Streak and Storm lighter and more fun to ride.
On the way to Chinon, we see three cars in a row flash their lights at us, something happening ahead, police radar perhaps, no a recent accident has a car crashed side-on into a minivan right in the middle of the road at an intersection. No apparent injuries but no emergency services either. In France you are required to have a high visibility vest with you in the vehicle. Three of those who have stopped to help are now efficiently directing traffic around the crash including semi-trailers while others are placing red warning triangles down the road. I am impressed with this coordination, is it part of driver training I wonder.
We walked around Chinon until the hotel reception opened, helmets on as it was still raining.
Helmets make for great rainwearOver the rooftops in Chinon
The red house in Chinon
Chinon holds a special place in Anne’s family history as it is where her father did his last 2 years of schooling. He also played the lead role of Perdican with his sister as Camille in “On ne badine pas avec l’amour” or “No trifling with love” by Alfred de Musset. Great to think that the black and white photos of them in that play which Anne has known all her life were taken in the town hall, the backdrop to the main Festival of Music stage that starts tomorrow.
Chinon is also famous because of Jeanne d’Arc! a French heroine and a catholic saint. She asserted that she had visions from God instructing her to free her country from English domination. A courageous young woman, she disguised herself as a man and led her people against the English in 1429 and won! Two years later she unfortunately met a horrific death after she was captured by the enemy – the Anglo-Burgundians, who were a group of French people that sided with the English of the 15th century – and was burnt on the stake.
Jeanne d’Arc sculpture in Chinon
This dynamic statue by Jules Roulleau shows Jeanne d’Arc galloping over the bodies of her defeated enemies and was a gift by the sculptor to the town where Jeanne d’Arc met the Dauphin for the first time in 1429.
We stay at Hôtel Rive Sud on the south side of the river, a short walk from town. We are able to bring Streak and Storm into a courtyard which makes unloading easier. Many of the hotels in the old towns have no onsite parking given the nature of the streets. This is a lovely family run hotel with three generations having breakfast in the kitchen next to the dining room where we have breakfast.
A leisurely three course dinner in town with local wine seems an appropriate way to spend the evening. Even with the meal taking a few hours it is still light after 10pm as we stroll back to our hotel.
Always try a local wine
While the use of paper maps has declined over time, we both still like to spread open a paper map and pore over the little details, such as the green line alongside the road that indicates a scenic route. Today without full loads, we retrace our steps to Montrésor some 100km east. After visiting the town we will be following the D10 west along a green marked route towards St Quentin-sur-Indrois, no not the one where Anne and I met. The route loosely follows the river L’Indrois.
The ride to Montrésor is uneventful as it should be, but Storm is far more responsive on the twisty roads flanked by vineyards and other crops we do not recognise. Traffic is light and the sun is shining. Can one ask for better weather? We tour the chateau at Montrésor which has been restored to its 19th century glory. In a dining room, with a magnificent table overlooked by the dozens of animal heads from around the world, one can imagine the talk over dinner must turn to hunting from time to time.
Now that’s what I call an entrance
Chateau at Montrésor
Conversation pieces in the dining room at Montrésor Chateau.
The ride along the D10 is rewarding, beautiful farmland scenery and minimal traffic. All the reasons for taking the backroads. We will be back in time for the start of the music festival in Chinon.
It seems this Music Festival, which runs for a number of days, covers a wide range of tastes from classical to jazz and rock. Each group of artists performs either in a square or more often outside a cafe or restaurant. I wonder if the food and music are paired like food and wine?
Music outside Chinon Mairie/Town HallCrowds gather around a rock band.
The spacing between the venues and the nature of the buildings means that each sound is contained to the local in which the performance is taking place. Only if you go up to the Chateau above the town can you hear the range of different melodies emanating from the streets below. We just enjoy the variety as do the many others who have thronged to the town for this first evening of music. What a great way to spend our last night here.