Roscoff, France
The day starts well enough with weak sun and clouds. We watch the sparrows flitting in and out of the long grass in front of us. Before they land, they all stop and hover a few seconds then plunge into the cover. A few fishermen are out on the banks, and the canal and lock house look good.
We service the vans, say goodbye to Nick and Grete and go our separate ways. First stop for us is fuel at the nearby supermarket. There is a laundromat here too with a hu...