My plan for Brittany is short road journeys and lots of walking and today got started with that plan, zero road miles and about 11km on foot taking a loop around the coast to the East via Pointe du Conguele. I always check the weather forecast to decide on whether I might need a jacket and if so which one. The temperature is fairly cool, peak of 16ºC in the shade and a 10 mph wind was expected. There was no shade and the wind never materialised so I spent the first part of the walk sweating profusely and the second part carrying my warm jacket. It did not spoil the day. This is a popular French holiday destination and was popular with celebrities a while back. The result are lots of second homes and appartments which are largely empty now the season is over. This means I could wander without coping with crowds of joggers and cyclists although there were still some. I went to Port Haliguen as my first waypoint and the scale of summer holiday Quiberon became clear. There are two harbours, a small old one protected from the tides with a gate and a massive pleasure harbour as you can see above. In the old harbour there was an interesting sailing ship the Phoenix and a little dockside art in bronze. This happens to be the location where royalists, supported by Britain, were defeated and captured by General Lazarre Hoche, whose statue stands in a square named after him. That is the young general. As I travel I occasionally cross paths with myself. Many will know of Captain Alfonse Dreyfuss, a famous political prisoner in the 1890s who was transported to Devil’s Island in French Guiana. There is a small monument to him by the hotel I stayed in during three visits to the European Space Launch Site in Kourou with Devil's Island not too far off shore. When he was released he was landed in Port Haliguen before going to Rennes to be formally released. It is a small world. Past a derelict fort and the aerodrome the well maintained path drops down along the beach heading for the point towards the little lighthouse. The tide was dropping down and the beachcombers were out in force in search of seafood, joined by a few walkers with and without dogs. There was even some aerodrome activity. It seems that beachcombing can be quite tiring. When you get to the point there is time for a seat on a well placed bench where others had stopped for the view. Heading back along the southern shore past the mobile home park there are several appartment complexes and a large hotel, all low rise and pure white. After a couple of kilometres it is back to the familiar front at the Grand Plage, from yesterday’s post, but facing in the opposite direction. I stopped at what will be my local for a pint and cheese plate for a well deserved lunch before climbing back up the hill to the hotel. There was a little wildlife along the way including a little flock of stonechats, a solo rook and plenty of butterflies, all adding interest to a lovely walk.