Renovation project - sightseeing and sad goodbyes Sunday 23rd September
Yesterday was spent trying to visit the whole of Huelgoat,
the surrounding area and the rest of Brittany, not easy in a day, but we had a
good go!
The morning was spent in the enchanted forest which is
beautiful, we still haven’t got further than the trembling rock, lots of photo opportunities
and hair raising moments, as I have said before health and safety in France is
very different to England, which means a small metal ladder and a few handrails
are all that is required to go down to the La Grotte du Diable!
Next stop is Morlaix where the cakes amaze both of them, not
sure if it took 3 or 4 hours for them to choose one each, another coffee in a
cafe and a spot of lunch, we go for something small as we are planning to have
a big dinner, this proves to be impossible as a ham sandwich comes on half a
baguette!
Next in line is Roscoff, where more time is spent at a
pavement cafe, they French way of life is something that is very easy to fall
into. Whilst at this cafe a couple come to talk and ask us if we have heard
anything about our ferry, to which we reply , no we live here, still can’t get
used to that! It’s such a good feeling.
Brest is next where the favourite hobbies are put in to
practice, shopping and coffee at yet more cafes, it’s a hard life!
We drive back to Huelgoat as John did not want to eat and
then have to drive home, so off to Crepuscule for another steak and pizza, we
have to say if you come to Huelgoat, le Crepuscule is a must, their steaks and
Pizza’s are second to none. Micki the owner is a very French lady until you
hear her speak English; she has a very broad Rochdale accent (we are convinced
she is Sarah Cox). This is something we have found quite often, people speak
fluent French and sound French but somehow do not lose the English accent when
they revert to English.
Kayleigh and I head back to Sheila and Brian’s and Rachael
goes back to the house with John. The weekend is almost over!
Sunday morning is spent filling up on a big breakfast and a
final walk around the town and lake. Then it’s all over and we’re in the car
heading back to the airport, this is where we realise there is a bit of a
problem, I am not the most organised person and I have mixed the times up, we
are aiming to get there as the gates closes not the 40 minutes before, the
weather is awful and I am telling John he has to make time up on the journey!
The next conversation is that there is another flight in a couple of days, I’m
quite happy!
We arrive at the airport 10 minutes after we think the gates
have closed so a mad panic running into the airport, and up to the desk, the
tickets are brought out and we realise that I had completely messed up on the
times and the time I thought was gates closed was actually the time to arrive,
so now we have 30 minutes to say goodbye properly, phew!
We watch the plane take off and then head home, deflated,
heartbroken the house suddenly seems very empty and quiet again (I also miss
going to sit at Sheila’s and Brian’s in the evening, it had a lovely couch,
rugs and lots of glasses!)
We sit up very late tonight as when we go to bed, it really
does mean the weekend is over, we love you both so much and miss you even more.
This is something that will take a long time to get used too.
Top tips
- 1. Check the plane tickets carefully before heading to the airport
- 2. Do not put the plane tickets in the boot of the car!
- 3. If you are going to move abroad, you will miss your children more than words can ever say
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