Travelled : 68 miles
Visited : Roscoff, Le Faou and Locronan.
Stay : Locronan municipal campsite, all services €22
Up early we walked up to the centreville, Saint-Pol-de-Loren. It’s quite a walk up the hill, much easy yesterday on the bikes. As we approach there are barricades on the road, as we get closer we can see its market day. We walk the stalls, buy some fresh fish for dinner, a baguette. There are lots of fruit and vegetables but we shopped up on those yesterday at the Carrfour.
Anyway back at the camper car, we breakfast, close everything up and head to the services area to do the house keeping. Then where off to Roscoff, it only about 8 kilometre but we stop off at a couple of lookouts. The car ferries run a regular service from Roscoff to Ireland. As we enter town we see signs for discount liquor and casinos. Knowing how expensive wine and spirits are in Ireland it’s not surprising it’s a duty free hot spot. Don’t know much about casinos but I don’t remember seeing any in Ireland.
Where soon off again heading west along the coastal road through Brittany, however it’s time to head south and we eventually turn for Brest. We bypass the city and continue our journey. Well inland now the countryside is changing. There are larger stretches of forested land, wind farms and the houses have changed much less stone, more rendered brick cottages. It a late lunch again and we stop at Le Faou and pretty coastal village on the junction to the Crozon peninsula.
We do the usual camping car lunch, before heading off to walk the village and light a candle in the church. There are several other camper cars in the little carpark adjacent the water. We have only seen two other GB plated campers since leaving Calais, most are French. We have seen lots of Italian campers, but they seem to run in packs and we often see 3-4 travelling or parked together. It’s a bit of a strange camper car thing. You drive into a car park and stop, 15 minutes later there are 2-3 parked nearby. It’s a safety in numbers thing I suppose.
Continuing on we arrive at Locronan thirty minutes later. The village has a very Celtic sounding name and may well be some reference to the ancient Bretagne we suppose. Anyway the Rough Guide rates the place very highly and so here we are. It is one of the few village/town we have seen that does not have a modern section or part. All the building are of heavy stone, no brick or render. It is a bit of a tourist trap with every shop selling Bretagne this or that. However is has a real charm and we ride our bikes down from the campsite both morning and afternoon for the two days we are here.
We stay at the municipal campsite for both nights, at €22 a night it’s beyond our normal budget, but we need a washing machine and everything needs a charge. Apart from that the campsite is above the village half way up the hill. The views of the valley beyond and the waters of the Crozon are worth the money (well almost).
For our usual morning walk the local tourist map shows a walk from the campsite up to the lookout at La Motte. It’s a real hike up hill the whole way, however the views are spectacular and as an added bonus we find this small church on top of the hill.