Can I Look At Your Fuse Box?
Blighted by Breakages, Technology & French Fusion Cuisine; a Trip To The Vet; THE Most Expensive Fish in the World and – A Road Trip to Nowhere!
It would be hard not to fall in love with Quiberon – shady, pine-scented woods; lanes fragranced with honeysuckle; chocolate–box villages of stone cottages, fringed with hydrangeas and hollyhocks and a Neolithic stone monument at every turn.
And what about our first view of Quiberon bay? Two steps from our caravan were mirror-flat waters, like a jewel-blue infinity pool, fringed by a dramatic, sweeping arc of white sand. Carnac to the left and Quiberon, at the far end of the peninsula, were like mystical, golden cities, picked out by the evening sunshine. But all this tranquil nature belied a technological trauma in the caravan. Continue reading “A Postcard from Quiberon – Part 1”