Hardly slept. Too hot, too uncomfortable. Or maybe I'm getting too old for this kind of caper. Somehow the trip to Uz set me back and yet that was a guided tour when I didn't have to make any decisions. It's obviously not the decision making process that is the problem, rather a physical one?
Got out of Rennes early and made my way across Brittany to Combourg, home of Chateaubriant the author. Here I found the market on and a lovely lake called the Lake of Tranquillity. Then this Menir or standing stone. HUGE and all alone outside Dol. Taking the coast road Cerruiex found me a place for lunch, a bench by the sea although it is miles away, and some nice views for painting. St Anne's Chapel. A garlic field. Mistletoe. Don't think much of the hotel here at Mont S M more like a hostel but with the millions of visitors I can understand. Relais have a series of hotels probably at different prices. Nearly evening. Spot the balloon top right somewhere. Late at night suddenly wondered about Peter Sarstadt and his famous song. Always thought he was French. Very uncomfortab...