We may only be on our sixth day but, as we left the Cap d’Erquy under a leaden sky heading further west, we just knew we had to stop at the nearest Super U supermarket for more of these…
our new favourite French crisps – with lashings of what else of course, but Breton butter! We’ve never seen this flavour before and we’re still not sure whether they are a national treat or local to Breizh, but oh my goodness, what a heavenly crisp they are![1] We have fallen into the habit whilst driving on our adventures of having ‘journey crisps’ for days we spend largely on the road. France always comes out tops, and now, the bar has been raised yet again. In fact, it will be interesting to see whether any other flavours make it to the cab on this trip!
As we drove on west towards the Côte de Granit Rose, munching away on our chips, we decided to aim for a free Aire at Tréguier, with an eye to exploring up the coast and then moving on to a campsite right on a narrow spit of land surrounded by oyster beds near Plougrescant. The area looked amazing and (as with our trip to Scotland), was courtesy of a recommendation from one of Mrs B’s friends, Lindsay.
But first, to our stop over in Tréguier. It’s a port town located on the river of the same name and capital of the Trégor province, which, apart from the free Aire, promised one of those fabulous provincial markets the next morning before we headed off to the coast. We arrived in the rain towards the end of the afternoon, pulling into a lovely riverside parking area with free facilities for campervans and a short walk up the hill to the old town.
Once a bustling port (a hub for shipping potatoes amongst other things) it’s now a cosy ville touristique with a very helpful Office de Tourisme on the harbourside.
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We’d seen adverts for Breton whisky already, and in the tourist office we managed to pick up information about a couple of distilleries that were close enough to Tréguier to warrant a visit. After our accidental discovery of a lush Welsh single malt (Penderyn) when we were exploring Tintern Abbey earlier this year, which opened our eyes and taste buds to the idea of a wider Gallic history of single malts than we had been aware of, we’d said we’d keep an eye out for others – not realising that we’d find some in France!
The next morning saw a let-up in the rain, so we headed off early to the market where we’d promised ourselves more luscious Breton pastries with our coffees. Previous experiences with French markets saw us heading up the hill at a good pace, in order not to miss out on anything. But as we arrived in the square, we initially wondered whether we had got the wrong day, with only a handful of traders set up around the perimeter. The pictures we’d seen of a bustling market that spilled out of the square and down the street to the port, clearly only happened in season – and we were definitely out of season! We made a beeline for the seafood stalls that lined the semi-covered end of one side of the square, keen to see the shellfish that this area is famous for and marvelled at the huge variety on offer. Window shopping only this time though, as we were hoping to sample the local seafood in a restaurant or bar for lunch. After the obligatory coffee, another Kouign Amann and a slice of Pommé, another Breton delight in the form of a buttery apple pastry (yum!) we wandered back around the market, by which time, almost all the shellfish had been sold. A seafood lunch was off the menu as most restaurants seemed to be closed out of season, so we decided to head back to Evie for a stroll along the riverside…
and then drive up the coast to a Municipal campsite that was still open, according to ACSI…
Located on a tiny spit of land (Beg ar Vilin) not far from Plougrescant, the location looked like it would be stunning, with the sea on three sides of the site – some compensation for the return of dull weather. But, as we rounded the corner and the site’s flags were flapping in the breeze, we spotted a sign on the firmly closed gate… fermé pour congés. We may not have known then what ‘congés’ were (holidays), but we were left in no doubt that we weren’t going to be stopping here! And as this was the only campsite for some distance, we decided to bring forward our trip to the whisky distillery and then head back to the free Aire at Tréguier to re-plan! French Aires have always been a fave with us, and yet again we were saved by a generous bit of municipal planning and campervan friendly attitudes!
Mirroring almost exactly the location of our vexingly closed site, but located one estuary along the coast, the Celtic Whisky Distillerie on the L’armor peninsula delivered an outstanding tasting – with us both opting for the same choice, the Glann Ar Morr. Conveniently, there’s a free Aire just along the road from the distillery…
but, with the bays too short for Evie and the location back at Tréguier much more appealing, we headed back, grateful that we had opted only for a ‘splash in the glass’ tasting!
Waking the next day to a more promising sky, we headed off for the Granit Rose coast, determined to speak to a person on reception at any campsite we might think was open! As neither of us is that good with French on the phone, our reluctance to use it had clearly not helped with our wasted journey to Plougrescant – a lesson learned, we thought…
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(covering 15th -17th October)
[1] We now know they are available all over – including the UK if you look hard enough! And, that Bret’s are a Breton company based in the region and using exclusively Breton spuds! Obvious with hindsight!