A glass of champagne to celebrate a birthday, not that any excuse is necessary really.
We finally found the burial chamber at Cléguérec. Have driven past the sign on the way to Pontivy maybe hundreds of times but it is hidden away in a far field. Wild apple trees provided us with some windfall apples to cook up with pork for dinner.
Finished mowing the grass and tidying up the garden
Kittens visiting from next-door WW2 submarine base at Lorient
and then the three of us went off to New York!
I came back to Guéméné alone and it rained for six days straight. But one reasonably fine day I drove over to Locronon, a lovely medieval town which was almost deserted at this time of year.
And on to another great headland on the west coast of Brittany, la pointe de Pen Hir.
A final clear up in the garden the last of the roses