Camaret sur mer to Trestrignel la Plage
It is still very grey and moody in these parts. It was dry when we set off, we knew we would be in rain soon so donned our ww gear. Sure enough just up the road it started and it didn’t really let up all morning. Our first port of call today is in fact another port town called Brest.
We were headed to the maritime museum. This museum is housed in the town fort. There has been fortifications on the site since roman times, they have been destroyed and rebuilt at various times since then. The last major demolition occurred during WW2 when the allies bombed the place to dislodge the Germans.
The museum is fascinating and traces the history of the early French explorers who joined all the other great powers of the time to explore and conquer the new world.
Brest has always been and is to this day a major ship building and repair port and a major base for the navy.
There was a very cool display of models of nuclear propelled and armed submarines. Crikey those missiles were massive. By the time they housed them, a nuclear reactor, torpedoes and running gear there wasn’t much room left for the crew.
So by the time we got out of there it was well into the afternoon and thankfully the rain had stopped.
It was still threatening so so we opted for the motorway to put in the miles to our destination for the night. The motorway took us as far as it could and then we were back on the D roads.
Easy going until we came across a motorcycle parked across the road. I thought there must have been an accident or something but when I enquired a guy said many many Camions coming. We indicated we were turning anyway so he waved us through.
We passed quite a few more motorcyclists with high viz jackets on so figured whatever was happening must be pretty big. We stopped at the next intersection and a motorcyclist tried to explain what was happening. We decided to wait and see. Within a couple of minutes the first of probably 300 trucks paraded past us, all tooting there horns in a massive parade. These things took up most of the narrow road so we were stuck there whether we liked it or not.
From what we could gather it was a charity run with the proceeds going to children with special needs. Once the last truck passed we tagged along behind and became part of the parade, waving to onlookers hanging over their fences or propping up their front doors.
After about 10km our paths diverged and we headed to Trestrignel en plage. A very pretty little seaside village with a nice sandy beach and the most picturesque of houses.
We have just had another wonderful meal in tthe restaurant next door to our digs. The desert was amazing both in presentation and taste.
They do it so well, and are very nice with it too.








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