Pues, that was our last day in Brittany! I really hope my old ML catches up on the editing so you can see more photos of your Spanish gentleman, as I really have been working muchisimo!
Today ML finally found a spot for swimmies - illegal again but what can you do? - but I wanted to play with human children, a golden retriever baby cachorro, and a nice swimmy man more than I wanted my ball. ML just was not listening and threw it anyway, so I re-enacted my existential crisis of last week, letting the ball gently float out to sea as a comment on the fleetingness of life, etc etc.
Then ML screamed “I did not bring that ball all the way from Cornwall and spend two hours to find you an illegal beach for you to lose the ball and NOT SWIM!”
De verdad, she is un poco high string some times. Pero comprendo, I understand. We both are feeling sad at how many months we have until we can have swimmies in Cornwall again or really any beach for that matter.
So I swam and got my ball, ML calmed down and told me I am the Best Boy Ever and did not have to swim anymore if I did not want to, and we went back to the TARDIS to have another kind of last day in Brittany: road safari! We just drove and got out anywhere we wanted, and when we got tired, we got back in the car and drove a leeeetle more. Qué bien!
Here is my last illegal French swimmy spot (sandy bit not pictured)
And here I am looking chic and sophisticated as I channel my inner Alain Delon in the surprisingly bonito town of Lannion
