Day 1 Roscoff to Morlaix

We were of the first people off the ferry this morning ridingly confidently down the car ramp and into France. Straight to passport control. No problem with that. First navigation decision after 50 m – went the wrong way heading into the ville of Roscoff not out of it towards Morlaix. Minor detour required to get us back on track. Doesn’t bode well for the next 800 miles.!!

First stop – St-Pol-de-Leon. Full of other Brit cyclists (including a tandem pair) stumbling around looking for coffee, somewhere selling croissants, a bank to get some Euros, some cold water and the public lavs. Mon Dieu.!

The local authority had honoured our visit with 5000 sq m of scaffolding around the magnificent eglise. Rather spoiled my photo what!

Arrived in Morlaix after some cursing and swearing directed at a few steepish hills. (It wasn’t their fault!). A very fine town (twinned with Truro) and sporting a most magnificent 19c viaduct. (For the geeks among you, it is 292m long and 58m high and was completed in 1863).

As it turns out Sunday 1 July in Morlaix is classic car rally day. Old Renaults, 2cv’s,VW’s, Triumph Stags, Citroens etc. Derek Beacock – get your MGF sorted out and get rolling into Morlaix. You would go down a storm!!

Carol’s new best friends of the day: Eppi and Glottis – two beautiful Siamese cats with eyes of pale blue glass.

They live at the hotel we are staying in which is a bit like the Bates Motel with spooky Victorian dolls lurking about the place and evil looking gargoyles adorning the breakfast room fireplace. I’m off for a shower now so if there are no further blog posts you know what’s happened.!!