After much indecision we eventually settled on a summer holiday in Brittany. After extensive research and use of satellite imagery by Christine, we settled on Le Chatelet Camping on the outskirts Saint-Cast le Guildo. I think Christine was sold when she read that it was somewhere the French middle class went on holiday – that and the seven beaches. The holiday didn’t get off to a great start with both Christine and Emma succumbing to sea sickness on the Fast-Cat from Portsmouth to Cherbourg (trying to avoid the overnight crossing to St Malo). Things looked up when we arrived at our pitch with a nice view over the bay and, more importantly, the sandy playground.
Although the Tour de France departed from nearby Dinan the day after we arrived, we concluded it would all be lost on the kids and we headed for the nearest beach instead. We weren’t blessed with the best weather whilst we were there but the proximity of the sand meant we generally didn’t wander far from our tent. The only trip out was to the impressive Fort la Latte and windswept Cap Fréhel on the other side of the bay. Sadly the rain was back with us in force when it came to packing up the tent but, after a night in Roscoff, we did at least have an uneventful crossing back over to Plymouth.
From there, we headed down to Falmouth to see Christine’s brother and family, camping once again, this time at Tregedna Farm. There followed a fantastic day on the adjacent Maenporth beach. Unfortunately, the weather obviously knew we were due to pack the tent again the following morning as the rain was back. Fortunately it eased off sufficiently that it didn’t spoil our fun canoeing on the Helford Passage (thumbs up for the food at the Ferry Boat Inn too). The huge queue on the A30 the following day as we headed for home was a bit of a downer though! All in all though, it was a good couple of weeks away from the grindstone.