The progression of the seasons continues, and although it is early November, the weather is still very mild – too mild really, and after a summer of excessive heat and drought, we are keeping everything crossed for a wet winter. Not that I really want a wet winter, but if we are to greet next year with some degree of hope that the water situation will have improved, bring on the rain.

Mid-September usually brings a change in the weather, but in my case it was glorious, mid-20’s and fine and dry which is what I love when going away in my pod. The summer hols had finished and the kids all back at school. It’s a cheaper, quieter season to go away, so I took myself (and Maggie) off to the north Brittany coast. Now, those of you who know me will be aware that I am NOT a lover of sand, and a beach holiday has never been my cup of tea, but the site came with great reviews, and the area was a new one to explore.

Well, what an absolute delight this site was. I had pre-booked my pitch, right on the edge of the beach and with stunning views of the Bay of Locquirec.

Honestly, what more could you want?

As you can see by the wooden fence, I am just about on the beach.

This is the sweep of the bay, and you can see the vans hugging the edge of the beach.

Locquirec is a small pretty fishing village with a little harbour and as you may expect, is reliant on tourism and fishing. At low tide there were always plenty of folk hunting for shellfish, sometimes wading out for hours at a time. I was more content to watch them from my viewpoint.

Whilst in the area, one thing I did notice was that there were a lot of really great murals, most on the side of bus shelters, electricity power plants and the more ‘ugly’ functional structures. I loved them, and what a great way to cheer up these eyesores.

Maggie was in her element, with the new walks and smells, new people to meet and plenty of doggy friends. Even though dogs weren’t allowed on the beach ’till the end of the month, there were so many people ignoring the rules, so I joined in with the law-breakers! She’s only been on the beach once before, but she evidently remembered the joy of racing around in circles and running to the water’s edge (only to dash back up the beach as soon as it came anywhere near her paws)!!! I ask you, who’s come across a labrador that hates water? Haahaaa.

Just to drive home how wonderful my little spot of paradise was, this was my morning window on the world.

There’s plenty more to see, so come back soon.

A Bientot!