Sunrise at Tranquility Base. There isn't a sound around us and we can't help but take it easy, until, almost reluctantly, we leave around 11:15 We skirt around Pont l'Abbe rather than through the centre and take the D2 towards the coast. In Ploneour-Lanvern there is a near miss when Nick has to brake hard as a car comes out of a T junction without looking or stopping, sweeping left and nearly getting our wing in his rear door. At Pouldreuzic we stop for bread,...

Nobody, including us, is in any hurry to leave this morning. The sea in the bay is glassy green and the islands are grey ridges on the horizon. Joggers, walkers and cyclists pass along the road in a variety of fluorescent lycra adding to the colour of the scene. We head back into Nevez to use its service point, Ali pops into the centre for a bit of shopping and gets temporarily lost as the exit of the minimarket is on a different street from the entrance. A s...

Soon after we are up the milk herd patter down the lane to the milking parlour. The Dutch couple come over to say goodbye and tell Ali the shop is open this morning, so she wanders down to buy hand patted butter, honey and some fresh milk which is delicious on our breakfast cereal. We are the last to leave the field having had as pretty and peaceful a stopover as could be wished for. Ali has picked out an aire at the seaside but first we have to take the busy ...

We've been woken by all manner of birdsong over the last few weeks but this morning's chorus is the raucous grating of crows, hundreds of them cackling from branch to branch in the high satelite-proof trees. Ali chats again with the English couple and learns their daughter went to the same East Brent Primary school Ali attended until she was 10. The also have friends who used to live in Falmouth. Small world. As it is a bank holiday weekend here we expect the...

Quite a cold morning at 7C but the sheep in the adjacent field and the cuckoo are making their presence known loudly. By the time we have chosen our destination it's warm and sunny. We follow undulating roads to Questembert and onto Surzun where we follow the MoHo signs through the town to a service point hidden away in a little woodland. On the other side of town we refuel then head towards Sarzeau and, after a bit of confusion, down the lane into the France ...