Touring France in a motorhome October 21st and 22nd Days Fifty Five and Fifty six

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October 21^st and 22^nd Days fifty-five and fifty-six

What is there to do in Concarneau in France?

Concarneau, at the  Les sables Blanc  campsite. Spectacular views across the bay, levelish large pitches, clean facilities and a pleasant 20 mins walk to town. Of course it helps if the weather is on  your side. Today it isn’t. A real howly is blowing in directly at us Storm force winds. Not the place to be under an ancient creaking tall Scots pine is it – but there we are. I move as far out from under the branches as I can and we turn the motorhome around so that the front wheels just touch the tarmac of the road. It’s a grass pitch and if I had left it facing the sea, we’d have never got off it. A huge amount of rain is predicted to fall in the next twenty-four hours!

The old citadel area proves interesting – a mixture of touristy shops, interesting harbour views and a fishing museum.

It’s evening now and we are in a rocking motorhome, under a creaking pine tree. Pine cones bounce off the roof in the 60mph winds. Yes, it is torrential rain! Stormy!  Bryony ends up shaking all night. So do I. Visions of a branch crashing through the roof skylight keep me awake most of the night. It doesn’t help that I can see the said branches swaying around just above my head through said skylight! Meanwhile Mag sleeps through it all! Honestly, I swear blind the whole Swiss army could get into bed with her and she’d never notice!

We survive the night. Plenty of twigs and pine cones lay scattered around Bryony and the ground is soggy to say the least. We stroll back down into Concarneau and have breakfast in a quayside café. We wander the shops hunting down small pressies to take back to the kids. We have a crepe on the seafront. The weather closes in once more and after browsing some marine chandlers (I really know how to give a lady an exciting time), we beat a retreat back to the warmth and safety of Bryony. The seas in the bay are angry, foaming, grey and bleak. Mountainous waves and thundering surf! We fill our time cleaning the interior, doing the finances and accounts, calculating how many miles we have covered and whether or not we’ve achieved value for money on this latest motorhome tour.