………..the famous Gauls who, under the spell of their secret druidical potion, did untold damage to the invading Romans.
Instead of marauding Gauls, we find a land of Breton-speaking Celts, whose language has much in common with neighbouring Cornish, Welsh, Irish and Manx.
…the smells and taste of autumn
…the pleasure of drinking local ciders like cups of tea….
…visible signs of ancient Celtic history
To experience the sometimes overcrowded magic of Le Mont St Michel, you have to cross a weather-swept causeway, where we were caught by a fierce squally shower
Forget dieting…just make sure the light is right!
My question is…why do the French use this sign to frequently mean a T junction?
…….and to find a ‘pissoir’, you have to swim out to this little island….
Cap Frehen, the ‘light’ at the end of a peninsula
…it almost felt like a ‘finisterre’
….and Fort Latte looked beautiful in the autumn sunshine