How much we walked!

Today morning started with grey skies. NO!!! But the weather report said sunshine - this cant be happening. We have our breakfast with one eye outside looking at the skies, waiting for the sun. Nothing...but we decided to risk it anyway. Maybe, just maybe it will get better. As we were leaving the hotel, the rainbow made its appearance and it followed us or rather we followed it all the way to the pier, where it transformed itself into two rainbows!! My recommendation for future travellers would be not to stay in Paimpol. There were loads of hotels on the way to L'Arcouest.
...And when we were buying our tickets, who do we see...the sun!!! The rest is history. The boatride, arriving at Ile de Brehat, the walks, the cobblestone paths. We felt like Robinson Crusoe and his Man Friday. Not a soul around! Total silence! We just kept wandering along the paths, chancing upon their relics or 'tourist attractions'. The Croix de Maudez from where we had a view of the island and the sea. The Moulin du Birlot - a small stone mill, at the edge of the sea. Chapelle Saint-Michel. And then after walking through the fields, the Phare du Paon, a lighthouse at the end of the northern island. What shades of blue! Merging with the pink limestone cliffs. For once, I dont think I can do justice with words. To the serenity of the place, the only sound being the cry of the seagulls.
But then we had to walk back. Oh god!! I know it was flat land but for some reason, it felt as tough as Triund. I guess we were not prepared for this amount of walking and moreover by now, we were famished. The breakfast had been baguette, butter and milk. Sausages and eggs would have been more like it. Btw, in case I forget this - eating breakfast is an art that the English have mastered certainly not the French. French bread - YES!!!! Completely french breaka - No!!
Anyway, so we encouraged each other, sang, talked, dragged ourselves along to reach the Point de Clos...only to find all restaurants closed! What now! Back to the Bourg...and we found a restaurant open (hallelujah!) Croque Monsieur for me, grilled pork for Tweedledum and the best french fries I have EVER had. Rejuvenated, we headed back to Point de clos, the boat, mainland and then.....home.
A beautiful holiday.......