Sunday 7th July 2002
A walk in the misty morningness with Emma to the boulangerie for bread and stuff. Emma helped pushing the buggy most of the way there, but rode back. Let's just say the getting back was somewhat more straightforward. Later at lunch there's Emma the teenager... "Have you got dirty hands Em?", "No, my hands are clean - I got dirty fingers" and she stomped off... Trying to get her to have a banana flavoured fromage frais, "I like bananas out of frais, like fruit" she shouted back at me.
After lunch we found ourselves at Pointe du Raz where it was extraordinarily chilly and damp. We walked out to the Pointe (apart from Lucy who hopped in the buggy and refused to get out). We could just see the lighthouse (absolutely no chance of seeing Ile de Seine) before the mist closed in even further and everyone started getting miserable. We headed back through billowing clouds of what could quite easily have been spume and caught the bus back to the visitor centre where there was an ice cream opportunity.
Then we explored the beach at Baie de Trepassés where dead druids apparently used to catch the ferry to Ile de Seine... now there is surfing, a couple of hotels and a cafe bar. The beach was pretty much deserted (not surprisingly considering the weather) and we explored the pools and climbed up rocks until it was time to go back to the gite. Later Emma voted paddling in the sea her favourite part of the day and Lucy plumped for the tiny crabs we saw on the beach. Janie also opted for the beach in general. For the record my favourite bit was driving very fast up the winding road out of Baie de Trepasses... What? Nobody enjoyed going out to the almost westernmost (and certainly the least hospitable if you exclude Paris) point of mainland France?
Oh, and we're coming across more (and more annoying) flies than we're used to. At dinner Emma got quite agitated about how much she didn't like them. "I don't like flies, no I don't like flies... I like ants."