The fishermen were out on the high tide, and so were we. We tootled along the coast again, checking out whatever sights we stumbled across.
| Aber Wrac'h. (I presume Aber is river.) We had lunch overlooking this estuary. |
| Pharo (lighthouse) de L'Ile Vierge, the tallest in France |
| A bunker protecting an important bridge |
For our last night (?) before Brest we stopped on the west coast of Brittany.
| Just a few minutes' walk up the coast is the western-most point of continental France. |
| Are these stones natural or man-handled? From this distance it appears to be a central statue with columns on a flat platform. As you move you can see it isn't a statue but are the blocks natural? |
| Definitely not natural. More German concrete, in this case a wall blocking an exit from the beach. |
| We got some actual waves for a change. We can hear them from the camp, so they may send us to sleep. |
| Lots of secluded coves |
| Someone had some fun with explosives, but couldn't be arsed cleaning up the mess afterwards. An ex German bunker |
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