Mick and I had a much better day today – travelling around 160km in total, and arriving at our destination for the evening well before dark. We visited some sites in Brittany our friend Christian had recommended we should see – and with one exception – we were happy we went there.

I took this photo of Mick as we were leaving our accommodation in Rohan – the owner had six peacocks that roamed freely in her garden. They were very tame. We very much enjoyed our night and breakfast there, and felt well rested for the day ahead.

We left around 9.00am and headed north to get to the coast. We stopped in Erquy for a coffee on our way to Cap Fréhel – our first destination. The scenery was stunning, and because it was low season, we did not have to fight for a park. This pan shot is a stop just before the Cap – which is on the right of the photo.

Mick braved the cold wind to get a good look at La Manche.

The peninsula is surrounded mainly by cliffs, and the area around it is moorland and marshes.

We then drove along an amazing road that hugged the coastline on our way to Dinard where we had lunch. The cliffs around Dinard were dotted with large homes that were built by and for American and British aristocrats as holiday homes in the late 19th Century.

While we wandered along this section of the beach, we spotted this statue.

It is a statue of Alfred Hitchcock, who spent time in Dinard. It is thought that Hitchcock based the house in ‘Psycho’ on one of the Dinard mansions.

We had a wonderful lunch here. We wandered around the centre ville looking for restaurants that were open, and we selected a very busy one (Skipper) filled to the brim with locals. It was fantastic. It is always a good idea to pick the restaurant the locals choose, and we were not disappointed. We did not want anything too big, so Mick chose the hamburger and I had fish and chips with a vin chaud. Perfect for me as I think I am coming down with a cold.

After lunch we headed to Rothéneuf, an outer suburb of Saint Malo ( we did not go into Saint Malo as we had been there before in 2018 when we spent a night before catching a ferry to Portsmouth). And Rothéneuf was the  disappointment. It was quite a new housing development with roads going in one way directions and mostly dead ends. Thank goodness the GPS could help us get out of there.

Our final stop for the day was Cancale – I had booked us a room at a hotel right on the beach. It is the building just under the cross.

We decided not to eat there though as their menu was very expensive, and unlike the Quiberon Peninsula, there were about a dozen restaurants open, and all within walking distance. So we went on an ‘oyster eating’ crawl.

First stop – €8 for six oyster and a glass of white wine. Mick had two rounds here.

Second stop – €9 for 6 oysters and a glass of wine (but the wine was better), and I chose a charcuterie plate and a glass of red.

Final stop – more oysters for Mick and I had the fish soup.

As we wandered between the restaurants along the beachfront, we spotted quite a few tractors dragging trailers filled with freshly harvested oysters. The statue below stands in the main square in Cancale and is off women harvesting oysters.

If you love oysters, this is the place to come. Mick reckons they were the best he’d ever had!!