“Adventure is a path. Real adventure – self-determined, self-motivated, often risky – forces you to have firsthand encounters with the world. The world the way it is, not the way you imagine it. Your body will collide with the earth and you will bear witness. In this way you will be compelled to grapple with the limitless kindness and bottomless cruelty of humankind – and perhaps realize that you yourself are capable of both. This will change you. Nothing will ever again be black-and-white.” –Mark Jenkins

Monday, 11 May 2009

Day 7 – 11th May 2009 – Monday

Monday morning blues due to lack of sleep, (more pins and needles) crappy weather (typical Monday mist), and a desperate need for a proper (non-standing) loo. We put some miles behind us before stopping for brunch and an oil change. Our moods lifted slightly as the sun started to burn off the damp grey and light up the wild Lupins growing along the verges.We ploughed on towards Pont-Aven, the home of Paul Gauguin my favourite Impressionist painter who lived around 100 years ago and started an art school in the very town. I was very excited about going to the village and visiting the museum. However, if, like me, you are a fan… DON’T BOTHER… there are only 6 sketches of his and the rest of the place is dedicated to visiting exhibitions; this quarter it’s Emma Herland. She was impressive, but not so when you are expecting to see originals from the master Gauguin himself. Oh well, only €9 wasted, am sure we will waste more than that in the future!Carried on driving in torrential rain towards Aubray where we have settled at a woodland campsite called ‘Kergo’ to sit out the storm. Only trouble is we are camped underneath some pine trees and every so often a very large cone comes down with a thud – reminds me of Tom Hanks in Castaway with his mysterious coconuts.


  1. Sounds like Bee has been playing up already

    P.S. It's nice and dry here

  2. Sorry It's me Dad