Oops, polished off the second half of the home-made cider.
What a horrible Airbnb host. Fresh baguette and croissant delivered to my door every morning. Madelines and homemade plum jam. And the very worst...delicious cider made from the same apples Carbon keeps devouring in the garden. Is this all a ploy to make sure I don't mention the "The Shining" bathroom and my friends the kitchen spiders???
I think it worked.
So... as I want to get a good nights sleep tonight since tomorrow I'm on the ferry and because I AGAIN succumbed to the temptations of the evil cider, NO PHOTOS. Nope, not a one. Bad, bad, bad.
On the other hand, a drunken update on our adventures today. Hey, does that earn me points or get them subtracted?
Doesn't matter, won't remember this in the morning. Party!
So after 30 years of coming to France and not having the best relationship with this country, I can safely say: Brittany is the best bit. Gorgeous coastline, free parking (take that you nasty National Trust pay and display lots which blight Cornwall), public toilets everywhere (women of a certain age rejoice), no freaky overgrown hedges to negotiate in the car (lookin' at you Cornwall AND Ireland) and pretty friendly people. Downside: most beaches are no dogs until 15 November. My Airbnb host tells me no one cares, but suffering Stockholm syndrome from too many years in rule-crazy Bavaria, I am loathe to walk willy-nilly past the very large "no dogs until 15 Nov" signs adorning every beach.
And of Brittany - what I've seen so far which admittedly is not all that much - the Perros Somethingorother area that I visited today was THE BEST. Wowsa. Carbon and I went to one area, parked and then spent three hours walking along the shore path. HUGE rocks, blue sea, crashing waves. We got so lucky with the weather as it was raining like mad when we arrived and then - angels singing - cleared to an amazing day.
After the three hour walk, I then found a beach that was ok for dogs after 15 September. Score!
Carbon got in lots of tennis ball time and even had a swim. He also had a roll in the sand so my car if full of Brittany sand. Perfect! Souvenir!! That dog is SO smart. Only funny bit was that a woman came to the far end of the beach where I was tossing the ball - picking it specifically so that we wouldn't bother other people also on the beach. She was taking photos with her iPhone and got all bent out of shape when Carbon tried to pose for her. C'mon lady, he was IMPROVING your photos. And if you didn't want a wet iPhone, maybe don't walk up to a wet sandy Labrador on an otherwise nearly empty beach.
Yes, Carbon shook all over her. Heh, heh. Nope, not sorry.

Not after having stopped at five non-dog beaches and finally finding one Carbon could play at. You go to the dog beach, you takes your chances.
After a huge play session we walked back to the car, I programmed in the scenic route for the way home - meaning of course going by the Lidl - and had a very non-rush hour rush hour drive to the farm. My car started to make horrible noises on the drive and I made plans in my head of trying to find a mechanic tomorrow but when I pulled over and inspected the engine it turned out to be a wayward branch. Whew! Saved by my mad skills at pulling branches out of my car!
Another play session with Carbon at the farm, dinner - which tonight he did NOT steal off the kitchen counter - a wee tipple of cider and now it's time for bed.
Darn - with all that I've written, I guess I could have done photos instead after all. I guess I'm a drunk writer but not a drunk photo editor. I'm sure this will all be very embarrassing in the morning.
Shhh...we'll just not mention it.
