Drove to the peninsula at Quiberon and stopped for a look about and try to change our English cash – trouble is EVERYTHING shuts in France for 2 hours at lunchtime and we are normally only up and about during lunchtimes! Typical. Drove on to ‘Noyalo’ which turned out to be a couple of houses and a church so we continued towards Sarzeau… and what a fantastic find this campsite is – we are only an 800m walk through the woods to the beach which is pretty much deserted, except Ant managed to spot a very large (around 46cm as it turned out) black woodpecker on the edge of the beach in a conifer tree. Neither of us have seen one before and the guide book we have (albeit from 2002) doesn’t even show it to be present in this part of France. Will turn Ant into a birder yet! Lol. Dryocopus martius Dad!
So after our tea time stoll down there, I vowed to get up before sunrise to venture down there again with the long lens and see if I could get a good shot – very exciting.
“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