Last day, well 1/2 day. A taxi to Sauzon and then 8 miles or so before a taxi back to the hotel for the shuttle to the boat. My problem was that I woke in the night with that occasional problem that plagues me, unable to focus and very unsteady on my feet. Things had improved a little by breakfast so that I didn’t embarrass myself walking to and fro the buffet and I decided not to abort. However, the first part of cliff path put a end to that plan and I moved down to the lanes just behind the cliffs that the cyclists use to circumnavigate the island. These zig and zag and made things a little longer but I wended my way safely south to Le Palais confident that if I tippled over I’d not have so far to fall.
Leaving Sauzon again, this time heading south.Back at Sauzon about 45 mins later, just made it to the other side of its long estuary.Most of the houses in the little villages are all shuttered. Second home fuckwits killing the communities here as well.There he is, Le Cog Sportif ruling his lane, strutting his stuff.A mysterious shrouded object in the woods. I’m nearly curious enough to tramp through the undergrowth to find out, but no. It’s prob just a pile of firewood.It is very amusing this adoption of the STOP signs throughout Europe even though we be long gone. Seems a bit of a contradiction. A hunting and wildlife reserve, but hey, the French.Once more a lovely target for the graffiti mob but unmolested.A silver pole sticking out of a field with me thinking that the label would elucidate. Nope just the company that did the drilling / whatever. What it leads to will be forever a mystery.Le Palais inner harbour and the fortress on the left, with a moored spare ferry for when the season starts and the crowds come.
I’m done, and a very pleasant place Belle-Île-en-mer is. I wish I didn’t feel so crap so that I could enjoy things a bit more. All I want is to curl up in bed and stay warm, but I have 8 hours of travelling to do before I can do that.
