The next day we decide to do a bit of exploring of the
artisty Pont Aven and then hole up for the night in Port Manech. Upon arrival
at Pont Aven it seems that not only is every tour coach in the country here,
but it’s impossible to move around town due to a large scale renovation work of
a giant hotel that seems to be going on. Nonetheless we persevere and stop for
a coffee and watch the incredibly arty world go by. There is an obvious split
of locals vs tourists: every single tourist is carrying loot of some
description. They congregate outside the galleries in flocks, clutching they’re
expensive goodies while waiting to board the seemingly endless carousel of
coaches. We hide with the locals and sip our local coffee and try to spot an
opening through which we can make our escape. While the town is beautiful and
charming and actually probably very lovely and fun when quiet, it is currently
horrendous. We scarper after availing ourselves of the poo tank emptying
facilities. Art and poo shouldn’t really go hand in hand, but every now and
then I suppose it can be quite apt. Just ask Damien Hurst.
Our next spot for exploration is Port Manech, the aire
looks lovely and the port sounds nice too. Upon arrival it indeed proves to be
the case. The beach is lovely, the aire is nice and shady and there’s nobody
else here, it’s all perfect. Something doesn’t ‘feel’ right though, so against
all our better judgements we forsake this lovely spot and carry on. We pass two
more completely idyllic aires and yet still we are unsatisfied. Have we become
spoilt? Noush has a couple of back up ideas up her sleeve, but like a box of chocolates
you never know what you’re going to get and it is with apprehension that we set
off down a very narrow country
lane…single track… no visible turning points.. to explore one of these back up
ideas. Fortunately it’s a major win. We arrive just shy of the most stunning
peninsula, designated grassy parking, free, nobody else here, breathtaking
scenery, sunshine, paradise. Yay! The risk was worth it… Jonoush rules win
again: “ if you don’t like it then carry on until you find something you do
like”…We love…
We like it so much that we actually can’t bear to tear
ourselves away. With crystal clear sea water, endless sands, fabulous fishing,
deserted coves and midnight swims everybody is in heaven.
We have to do a small raid on the local campsite shop…
(somebody open a shop around here please??!) but this is accomplished with no
great drama and everyone is lovely. Oddly Jon came to this very beach as a
youngster and stayed on the very campsite just mentioned.. how strange when
life comes full circle… All in all we leave extremely refreshed indeed and
ready to undertake the couple of giant hops we need in order to make it to
Deauville to see Noush’s dad.
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