A very enjoyable week spent with my sister and brother-in-law in a gîte at Trégastel on the north Brittany coast. My eldest sister, my brother and his wife, should have been of the party but were stranded in England by the wretched union workers (French branch) of Brittany Ferries. This part of Brittany is known as the Pink Granite Coast for reasons which escape me as I, unlike my companions, could find nothing remotely pink about them!
Anne and I were last in these parts two years ago almost to the day and, somewhat to my surprise, I had a fairly vivid memory of the path leading from the Grève Blanche to the Forum (the perfect setting for Agatha Christie's
Evil Under the Sun, I thought) and of the walk round the Presqu'ile de Renote. On the other hand, my recollection of Port-Blanc, a little beyond Perros-Guirec, proved woefully wide of the mark. We were last there about 30 years ago when the children were very young. I have a clear recollection of lowering the roof of the camping-car in the middle of the Night to protect us against the howling wind, but was unable to find anything remotely resembling the windswept shore of my memories. I was about to add that it all seems a lifetime ago, but then of course our children are as old now as we were then.
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| The Grève Blanche |
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| Evil Under the Sun with Bates Motel in the background |
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| Erquy |
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