It was a grand place to overnight, last night. The crashing surf was a constant if sometimes slightly menacing companion.
First thing this morning we were also lucky enough to catch another glimpse of (presumably the same pair of) choughs.
The day's been another luxuriously short and leisurely one with only a stop at a boulangerie and then another for a run down yet another pristine greenway (pic) to punctuate the drive. It was a tough one as the temperature today's been about 25°C.
We've passed through some exceptionally pretty and extremely archetypal French settlements and have also seen first hand why some of the civic spaces are so enviable. On three separate occasions this morning we drove by blokes in hi-viz working determinedly at weeding, scraping accumulated rainwater deposits, tending planters, signs and and random bits of street furniture etc. They were all just getting in with the task at hand, working solo with no supervision.
Contrast this pride and ethic starkly with the omnipresent sight of council workers in England tossing it off sitting in a van with the engine running parked in public spaces that evoke only shame ...
By mid afternoon we'd arrived at the spot we're hoping to overnight. It overlooks a tidal bay and is right next to some marshland where marsh frogs are in full and sometimes deafening chorus. The bay has given up the usual suspects plus a pair of Sandwich terns, a couple of whimbrel and an unexpected black-throuated diver.
Post composed at 22:15 on Wednesday 8th April from our intended overnighting spot N 48.35581°, W 04.29620° / http://maps.google.com/maps?q=loc:48.35581%2C-04.29620