Dylans in town.

Well in the next village. Playing Frances biggest festival. I had no idea. Which is why there is nowhere else to stay. Which is why I'm bloody glad I carted all this camping gear. Worth it after all.
Managed 15k constant uphill today only stopping for a piece and to try and dissuade the random but cute beagle from continueing to stalk me.
Very enjoyable.
I took pics of incredible enormous rocks at Huelgoat and fields and romantic disused railway station (the green way in Brittany follows old railways) but my tent gets the blip.