Straight off the ferry at 8am with no time for coffee and no plan we headed South. Heading away from the Port the only idea was to avoid anything that looked like a big city. I needed to get used to driving on the right (?!) side of the road. Gurty gurgled along, happy for the re-alignment. Now my worry was kerbs not gutters, and french road signs, oh and junctions and let’s not even go there with roundabouts.
At the first opportunity I pulled over in lay by for a power nap and then coffee, phew no major incidents! We stopped at the first biggish town we saw with a sign for Motorhome parking – Sizun. We wondered into the Tourist Information Centre, to the bemusement of the lady working there, and we all tried out our school girl knowledge of each others language. Eventually we walked away with a map of the Region, which shows the meandering route taken.
Next decision, where to stop for the night. Grateful for Sally SatNav we headed to off to the nearest peninsula with the sun shining and the roads winding opening up vistas and endless possibilities.
Stopping at a local Boulangerie for the our daily pain au chocolat we picked up a leaflet, that had our name all over it…
So we headed off in the direction of to Erdeven, obviously taking our time as we had just over 2 weeks to get there – no rush then. Following the coastline and the surfers we stopped at Plozevet, an amazing long beach where we made our first friend. We lent them a pan and they returned the favour in tomatoes and a lovely note.
With love in our hearts we moved on the the arty town of Pont-Aven, parking up in the local Aire. We have worked out, either wild camp with all the young dudes or use the official Aires to visit the old people’s home. Lots of serious chocking and straightening up involved. Generally the women get out to direct their partners into the space. Lots of tooing and froing and then the chocks and spirit levels come out. Too restrictive for our freestyle behaviour, and funnily enough no-one wanted to park too close to us. Too much laughter and cackling maybe?!
We stayed for a week at Erdoven which gave me a chance to try out the Velo Verde (cycleways) while waiting for the ‘fun’ to begin. One night we stayed at the Municipal Aire, which was on the sand dunes, the rest we parked up by the beach to watch the world go by
Over the weekend there were a number of bands playing, some good, some not so good, but all fun was finished by 8pm. Think they have a different meaning to us of what ‘Savage Fun’ means!
Leaving Kerhillo beach with a heavy heart – well it started raining so time to move, we headed towards Carnac for some mystical megaliths. We arrived for a full moon on Friday 13th, as if we knew how magical it would be. There was a temptation to dance naked round the stones, but I managed to stop myself!
After an extended beach break, we decided to head off to the countryside and try our first Workaway experience. We contacted a few in the area and had a reply from the lovely Lucy, her daughter and their menagerie. Looking at the map I realised we were still over 350km away. so we took a couple of days to bimble inland towards Saint Jean D’Ataux.
We took 2 days to get there via Melle and Villebois-Lavalette.
I have purposely not put any photos of Lucy or her daughter as she told us she had been subject to much online harassment and stalking, mainly via Facebook. I asked if it was okay to show the animals which she consented to.
After driving across fields and fields of sunflowers and vineyards we arrived and parked up Gurty next to the stable where 2 of the retired horses were living. In the menagerie were:
4 rescue horses – Topee (34), Jazz (26), Mandy (who I sang to on a daily basis) and Tina the Shetland pony.
2 dogs – Border Terrrier Lassoo and a Rumanian mongrel rescue Orio
3 cats which we only saw from a distance at night
Onchow the goat – who has huge horns and loved to butt
3 guinea pigs
Moonstone the parrot who loved to call ‘Orio come here’ much to the dog’s confusion. I’m just hoping he didn’t pick up any swear words from whilst we were there!!
We stayed for a week house-sitting, shovelling poo and petting ponies / all the animals, a bit different for the usual 9-5! Unfortunately whilst we were there Topee caught an infection and went to the big stable in the sky. Traumatic to be involved in, but part of nature and life experience. Lucy had new workawayers lined up, so we left in search of a last French beach before heading into Spain.
We ended up staying nearly a month in France and I learnt the following:
My school girl french is as bad a I thought it was, but people were patient and always had a smile when you tried to say something, even if it was nothing to do with what you meant to ask.
Savage fun means something much tamer in France than the UK, as does Greasy surfers – so tame.
Motorhomers of a certain age bracket like everything parked straight and preferable on chocks, even if the ground is flat
Outfits are always: women wear stripes and the men wear checks
It is the woman’s job to direct the reversing of said vehicle, and always whilst standing in the drivers blindspot
Parrots pick up new words quite quickly and not usually the ones you want
I love vegetables – meat is a treat but not needed every day, but chocolate definitely is.
Finally I developed a new branch of yoga called HakiaYoga, this involves combining the world’s best hakas with some lovely Yoga with Adriene and you get a new way to keep others from parking too close to Gurty when you practice your new technique and is a great stressbuster!