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 short drive through woods takes us back to the coast at Pointe de Trevignon where we stop above the harbour for lunch. There is a small lighthouse and next to it a watchkeeping tower styled like a little castle. The harbour is full of small boats, many of them little day-fishing craft. There is also a big lifeboat station with a long launching ramp. Stretching the other way is a long white beach and right beside us a rock like a mis-shapened sphere balancing on another rock.

After our lunch we set off to drive through Tregunc, around Concarneau and through la Foret de Fousenant then over the big bridge at Benodet. It's years since we last went to Benodet and we are staggered by the number of yachts lined up in the river. What used to be a couple rows of mooring buoys in the green river is now a bank-to-bank marina with a forest of masts.

Due to our later than intended start we decide to shorten our journey and select an aire at Loctudy, another place we went to many years ago. But the aire itself is actually a couple of miles down the coast at Lesconil and then when we follow the camping car signs from the town rather than the sat nav, we end up by a car park with height barrier and a service point outside.

Checking the sat nav instead, we go back to the previous junction, take the unmarked road and in a few hundred metres arrive at the aire.

A sandy road leads through grassy parking areas in front of a tall grassy sand dune perhaps 8-10 metres high. There are 8 or 10 vans in an area bigger than a football pitch.

A cooling sea breeze comes over the dune and every so often rabbits scamper into view, nibble the grass and run off into hiding again.

We sit and read for a while then Ali climbs the dune, the other side of which is a huge empty beach.

To one side of the aire is the former, now abandoned, municipal campsite. Its white amenities block sits among straggly young sand pines giving the impression of a desert village. Come sunset it looks even more Arabian, as the sun sinks it becomes a huge orange ball, with the trees and white block silhouetted before it. As the last of the great fireball sinks from view the sky turns peachy and purple and finally a dark blue-black.

If it's been a fairly uneventful day that's fine with us. After weeks of travelling, discovering and visiting places it's great sometimes to just chill and enjoy our little home from home as an oasis rather than a magic carpet ride.