“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

Wednesday, 13 May 2009

Day 9 – 13th May 2009 – Wednesday, La Ferme de Lann Hoedic

Well the alarm went off at 5:15am, then went off again at 5:30am before I managed to drag myself out of bed and into some jeans and fleeces. Armed with my camera, my bins and my tripod I set off in the pitch black through the woods again to the beach leaving Ant the entire bed for once - perhaps I should have checked both the weather forecast AND the sunrise time BEFORE I got up!!!! A very long and dark wait later and as the sky lightened, the sun wasn’t even visible behind another grey mist, and the only thing I saw was a cloud of a million mosquitoes all vying for my blood – not happy. I did however hear a very loud owl on my way through the woods which was pretty cool, in a moonlit-eerie-ghost-walk kinda way. Got back to bed for just after seven and decided to get up at a much more sensible 10am. The blurry black woodpecker photo from yesterday will just have to do.
We were back on the road by 1:30pm and drove across the enormous St Nazaire bridge after which the houses all had little red terracotta tiles on the roofs instead of the old stone and slate. We continued to ‘Pornic’ (yes our route is being dictated by our combined ten year old sense of humour!!), but turned out the place was a small fishing town with too many people and too much traffic, so we changed the last of our English cash and moved on to a smaller place called La Bernerie-En-Retz. We found a free ‘Aire’ with toilets (more holes in the ground) and parked up along with a number of other mobile homes. We went out for a meal and a couple of bottles of the local red before retiring for more Irish coffee (thanks Alan!!).

1 comment:

  1. hehe.. hope Ant didnt make as much mess?? lmao