We left Condom in warm sunshine and headed north hunting for breakfast stop. It took a while… we had hopes of Barbaste, a village famous for its idyllic Henri IV fortified mill. After our tour of its environs and taking many snaps, we headed up into the centre. No boulangerie although once there had been two. No bar either. Harrumph.
So onwards to Casteljaloux where there were boulangeries and bars various and we sat on the terrace of the Grand Café enjoying sun, coffee and croissants for quite a while. But you know you can’t hang around for ever so on we plodded. The verges have been a profusion of wild flowers, especially poppies, throughout our journey. So many wild flowers.
Anyway not much to report. Oh well except for nearly being crashed into by a car that was being flagged down by two gendarmes near Cadillac. The young officer was almost run down as the car swerved past him onto our side!
We eventually stopped on the Gironde at Port Maubert again and ate our sandwiches listening to the rustling poplars and reeds interspersed with the throbbing engine of a spraying helicopter! I assume they were spraying against mosquitos because the whole area is a nature reserve so couldn’t be herbicides or anything noxious to fish or birds.
Ibis Rochefort is good. The biggest beds so far and certainly the best shower and general spaciousness. They even supplied a kettle and tea which we have never had before in Ibis. Kyriad and Campanile, yes but not Ibis. Progress! And we found a new crêperie literally metres down the road. Really good. And a lightning dash to the Arsenal where
Hermione is based…alas it’s being refitted in Bayonne at the moment!
Adam has come up with a corker of a nerdy activity! He counting all the roundabouts we go through!! Here are the snails yet again.
Eventually we stopped to eat our sandwiches just north of St Brieuc at a beach I spotted on the map not far off the main road. La Plage des Rosaires. Genteel small resort on a mile long bay of sand and shallow water at the foot of a wooded hillside. Villas and Residences and cafés and a seafront walk.
And..,well! Adam tells me it was a Bachelorette Party. 
Never heard of such a thing. But they were all in pink costumes with a name (the bride to be I am informed) on their tee shirts, dancing and whooping to Barbie Girl music. 
