Seaside

Up to St Malo through intermittent rain. I got to my chosen campsite exactly at the start of French lunch break. Ah well, I felt smug that I’d filled a flask and did have some leftover baguette to make a sandwich while I waited.

With impeccable timing the heavens opened just as reception did so it was all a bit disjointed. Eventually though I got the walk on the beach I’d been promising myself, and no one has come and filled the plot in front of me so I still have a splendid sea view for the last hour of daylight. Second extra pic a reminder that this seems to be the brassica capital of Brittany- I think this lot are cauliflowers.