Thursday 10 September 2020

Roscoff

 We skimmed by Morlaix in the morning, it's significance to me being only that it's rail bridge was considered one of the key targets of the US advance. The Allies needed to keep the rail route from Brest to the front open as Brest was intended to be a major port for Allied supplies. The bridge was captured intact. In fact the whole rail route was pretty much intact, but not Brest, as we shall see.

Morlaix rail bridge

We were heading for Roscoff, as it was a recommended tourist attraction, and I'm sure I've heard of it before. Maybe just for its ferry to Plymouth? It was deserving of recommendation. Aside from the ferries, Roscoff was a port of trade for onions, and the French sellers originated that stereotype Frenchman with a striped shirt and a string of onions around his neck. The were known as Les Johnnies.(Johnnies from John Bull, the archetypal Englishman.)


Le Johnny

Les oignons


Looks almost Hindu...

And J thinks this does too

There were ferries out to the Isle de Batz.

We were buzzed by a couple of Typhoons a few times during the day.

Some left over Atlantikwall? - I believe a break in an anti-tank wall.


When we'd flandered enough in Roscoff we continued around the coast, stopping next to a beach near Kerurus. As usual for these parts it has a large tidal range. Thousands of rocks at low tide, very few at high, so pretty treacherous waters for boaties.



A fisherman was digging for bait. Yucky worms. The big ones look like leaches, and the small ones have hundreds of little arms (cilia?) that I presume help them dig into the sand.





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