Cycling to Portugal

So we arrived in Roscoff on the Wednesay morning. Cool but dry after an uneventful crossing. First thing to get used to is cycling on the 'other'side of the road. And a headwind into Morlaix to test our mettle after which we rewarded ourselves with coffee and pain au raisin. The first of what will become a daily ritual.

Campsites are largely closed so when we are looking for somewhere to stay, because we are camping, we end up in empty sites that have limited facilities (water, sometimes warm) but are free.

Over the past couple of days we have worked our way across Brittany, along country roads, canal towpaths and through various towns. (Carhaix, Pontivy, Redon) and innumerable villages. Dry days but some rain at night. Acclimatising to cycling fully laden bikes takes a few days, as does packing and unpacking them.

Today, Saturday, we said farewell to Andy who returns to Roscoff with the train and Ken and I crossed the Loire on the huge St Nazaire bridge. A milestone on our journey south.