A Soft Day

When we got up this morning, it was raining with a very fine drizzle, and we decided that the Irish would call it a soft day. Later, when we were eating our picnic in Concarneau under glowering, cloudy skies, a lovely Irish couple from the campsite came to talk to us. They were saying what a lovely day it was, you know the way the Irish do when it stops raining for a bit. I thought it was ironic.

As it turned out, it really was a nice soft day, as the rain kept off, and the sun came out briefly in the afternoon for our walk along the coast road.

We took a walk down memory lane today, in both an imaginative and a real sense. The lane was the main street in old Concarneau, which we last visited as a family many years ago. You can get the picture - "On, there's the creperie where we ate with the kids", and so on. The Museum of Fishing was still there, which Michael in particular enjoyed at the time. There was also a Celtic band playing in the courtyard, adding to the atmosphere.

Thankfully it was quiet today, and so you could see the beauty of the old buildings, if you looked up from the souvenir shops, that is.

When we were sitting having coffee and ice cream this afternoon, we were saying how lucky we are to be back here again. And although it was still a soft day, rather than a sunny one, we both agreed that it's not a bad life!

As a postscript I want to tell you about a motorhome at the campsite. Our North American friends will not be amazed, as they are accustomed to huge rigs. However, there is a big van here, and when they open a door at the back, a ramp comes down, and out comes a lovely little soft top Mini. Tony says he wants one (van and mini) when he wins the lottery.

Off to La Rochelle tomorrow. Will post another blog soon.