The rock

 Our power ran out again (not enough sun, too many electrical devices and maybe a dodgy battery - I hope not the latter. 

Arzal barrier on the Vilaine. At least they painted it nicely.

We were going to take a boat ride up to La Roche-Bernarde but it was running the low-season timetable so we drove instead. It's a small town with a bit of revolutionary history, though no English so it was a bit hard to work out who was killing whom. It also had an artists quarter with some quirky works and a photographic exhibition. (Brittany by night.) 

Corona virus?

The old bridge at rear was accidentally blown up when German explosives were hit by lightning in 1944. They probably would have blown it up anyway. The Vilaine was one boundary of the the St Nazaire pocket, so it's surprising I saw no German concrete!

One of the exhibits. There's several years of exhibits here if you look closely.

A little pottery figure. Maybe he heard of the quarantine escapee?

Oo er missus. (The ladder needs fixing.)

It was still rather windy and cold so not conducive of flannery so we moved on to St Nazaire.

No shortage of concrete here...