Le Lerio – Pointe du Trec’h – Pointe de Brouel Loop – 18th May 2024
The woman at Hotel L’Ezenn got up at seven to give me breakfast so more top marks for her.
A quick ferry ride back to Quiberon then a short car trip to Port Blanc, a five minute ferry to the island and an early check in and I was sorted.
Unlike the other islands that are out in the ocean, this one has no sand dunes and only a few beaches. It feels like Strangford or Portaferry. Of course, that might be down to the Saturday influx for it is hardly difficult to access.
I did have to park a ten minute walk from the harbour to avoid French parking tickets, but no strain.
I’ve spread this island over two days mainly because the flights home mandate that I stay an extra day anyway so might as well take it easy.







It is turning into a lovely day.



Does that mean that our youth are more stupid or, that some jobsworth thinks that they are?
You’ll not like this, but back when the fences didn’t have razor wire, I and a beau climbed in and had coitus in one.

Perhaps it was a sacrificial well, got to get those menhir worshipers somehow.


A small note, sad – well sad to me. I heard my first English since leaving the airport, though it wasn’t from a tourist but from a waitress, who was English and felt that she should let me know and speak English to me to make it easier. She triggered both my snobbery and patronised me. Sow.
I suppose that I must get used to the unasked for aid now that I’m greying and showing as an old un.