Brittany, Breizh, Bretagne, An Bhriotáin, whatever! Roscoff, Quimper, Brest, Roscoff
About 50m, maybe 1500 ft. I'd prebooked a B and B here whose name I got from another B and B which was closed. This was done before the holiday. The owner was one vowel from having a controversial name, Madame Le Tard, a jolly Breton lady and the place was fine. We ate down near the port which was about 200 yds away. This is a VERY pretty place and we had a choice of two restaurants. We chose the proper one which was near the Creperie. The food was nouvelle cuisine, i.e. scanty enough, but gorgeous. The owner was a jolly Breton with a shaved beard (they like that kind of thing) who didn't so much walk as glide slowly through the restaurant. We arrived back at Madame Le Tard's again and went to bed early as there was nothing to do. French TV is actually worse than people say. I slept badly but the next morning after a breakfast of croissants, bread and far breton (a kind of egg and prune cake, but not as nice as it doesn't sound) and coffee. On the bikes. Gorgeous day from start to finish. We followed the D28 and D788 to St.Pol de Leon and then Roscoff. This route wasn't too hilly and wasn't too busy either. A lot of the countryside was lovely wooded valleyed (just made that word up, and why not) stuff.
Made Roscoff in glorious weather, hung around looking at the place, the people, the town , etc., and eventually had quiche , etc., in the only restaurant which was open.
This British made car, not a three wheeled Morgan but a Triking had a Moto Guzzi engine. The French owners told us all about it and as I was hanging around there I spent about an hour explaining all about it to people who were gawking at it. Good practice for my French.
I had an interesting conversation with this Frenchman en francais. He decried the closure of cafes, mirroring the loss of pubs in these islands. He said people watch TV instead of talking to the neighbours and they know all about Afghanistan and nothing about what's going on in the next village!
The boat left at 9.15pm and we had another light snack on that and went to bed. This was a different cabin and my bunk creaked. AAAARRRRGGGGGHHHHH. Mick was asleep so I couldn't wake him by rooting in my luggage for the Boots Wax earplugs, the touring cyclist's best friend. So another bad night.
Next morning a 17 m cycle home in light rain.
Thus ended a not bad tour at all. Plus points. GPS routes were great. Jetboil (my latest stove, I have about 10) was really good. Bike gave no trouble except for one puncture on the last morning. Weather on last 2.5 days was idyllic. Food was good.
Minus points. I didn't sleep well throughout, so I was a bit rashered when I came home.