Cournon to Dallet

On Sunday, Mariette & I started late on our little stroll. Meant to walk from Cournon to Pont du Chateaux, about 15km along the Allier river. Easy peasy. But with the late start and the constant stops to admire a leaf, a tree, a cloud & etc, we only got as far as Dallet before calling our ride and hightailing it back home for the semifinal All Blacks vs Springboks.

Before.

After.

Kinda getting into the rock piling thing.

Bonus discovery: the very best swingset yet encountered in France!

Back to the grind

No, no more pix from September's vacation. It's only been a month already, anyway.
What shall I tell you about?
- The lab's annual collective review, in which our achievements were brushed aside in favor of what's all this quality business about - please stop annoying us with that nonsense.
- The lab's new computer management program, in which you can't open certain windows simultaneously, so you have to keep a file code in your head while navigating.
- The center giving us 2 weeks to collect all the wishes for training next year, and before we can get the lab heads together for a concerted response, the boss just sends the Santa Clause list made by each individual. So much for a concerted, coherent response.
- The internal audit that hammered us on a process they knew in advance was still in development. Yes, we know it is not done.

If not annoyances at work, there's always tanking at bridge. Played badly in competition twice this month, and in regular club play, we're still at the bottom of the list even when we think we've played reasonably well.

Our rugby hopes, crushed by the marvelous All-Blacks.
etc
etc
etc
Just can't win some days, no matter what you do.

Another 6 days before the return of the Card Player.

Boats in the air

Perhaps less picturesque but more fascinating, Boats Not in the water.

La Turballe, boats in the water

The Sea Snake at St Brevin

We really only crossed the bridge at St Nazaire for the sake of doing so, the fun of taking that long, high bridge across the river mouth. Who knew there would be a very nice park on the other bank (the north bank being fully occupied with shipping terminals and drydocks and industrial whatnot)? Lots of people, just not me.

We parked with a view of the bridge and the boats moored in the low tide mud, and there was a lot of wind but I decided to walk up the path around the point to see the seaward shore.

Ah!

That's pretty cool. Even better when half-submerged, I bet.

We did not linger to watch the advancing tide, though. We were on a mission to see if we could get a reasonably-priced adapter to charge my little computer, as I had forgotten mine at home and only had about an hour of bridge to play on line before the thing went dead. That, and then back to Guerande in time for lunch before bridge at the club there.
Two of those three items were completed successfully. 

St Brevin les Pins

 Crossing the bridge from St Nazaire, across the mouth of the Loire, you get a sneak preview of the latest cruise ship in the works. Bigger than any of the buildings around.

Le Croisic and the purchase of proper rain slickers

The weather in Brittany is typically wet, and we did not escape. Neither the bad nor the good lasts for long, so if it's raining you know you can just wait a bit and it will stop. Conversely, if it's sunny, you'd better get out and enjoy it, quick.

So Sunday it was kind of rainy, and eventually enough so that we invested in authentic Bretagne gear - fleece-lined rubber rain slickers. With hoods. The real tradition is bright yellow - the better to see you when you fall overboard, or something - but you can get them in other colors, so mine is RED and JP's is dark blue. Surprise, surprise!

There he is, dry in his blue slicker, under his sailor's cap.

Sunday around the salt flats & Batz sur Mer

back to the start

Yes, finally. The soon-to-be-retired memory card is giving up its last photos.
Arrival at La Turballe in time for an evening stroll, before crepes & cider in Guerande.

Then in the morning, a walk along the beach.

Ah! A challenge!

I'm trying to get more creative with putting stones on top of other stones. At least once, the balance of one has to depend on the next one on top of it. Hard to do more than that with only 2 hands, but I've seen some pretty fantastic stacks. Not with this wind, though!

Time for breakfast.

La Brière and the Great Dolmen Tour

It turned out to be a glorious afternoon. I was really up for taking a canoe out on the Brière marsh, which is marked on the map as being more water than land. Every last boat I saw for hire, though, had several inches of water in it, even the ones that weren't sinking.

 Nah.

 Otherwise, you can tour the place with one of these, but in fact there's not much to see. Just a large flat area that is more or less soggy, depending.
So instead, we decided to go around and see all of the places on the map with one of those little neolithic site icons. At least the ones not too far away.

 The dolmen at (er, somewhere; I left my notes at home) has cows.

 It's so cute!

 You can get closer, as they've made the fence with a clever opening that cows can't go through.

 They love their dolmen, and defend it fiercely.

 The next one was a menhir, also with cows.

 The next one was not in a pasture, but on a little rise between fields.

 It has frequent picnicers, like this family enjoying an afternoon pause. Surprisingly, we never saw any trash around these ancient monuments, nor the slightest graffiti. They are just quietly appreciated.

The last one was but a jumbled ruin.