Despite the dampness of the morning, the baker was serving croissants and baguettes from the boot of his car outside the campsite, which provided a minimal effort, delicious breakfast in bed.
In town, I had a cheeky coffee in the square while Clare sourced our provisions for the day. What we really needed was a huge cooked breakfast, but that’s not really something you come across often in France - especially out here in the middle of nowhere.
Clare did managed to get some hearty breakfast ingredients though, so we cooked up our own version down by the lake.
It was a good feed with boiled egg, cheese and mayo baguette, washed down with mugs of hot lemon being the highlight. There was a light drizzle in the air, but not enough to really get wet in.
It was gone 11am by the time we got on the road, by which time the sun had made a welcome appearance.
We used some minor roads to make our way back to the cycle track and then rejoined the old railway that leads to Morlaix. It was quite tough riding, with plenty of gradual uphill peddling and the odd shower too. Luckily the trees sheltered us from any big downpours.
Then, a gloriously long and smooth downhill run took us down into the town of Morlaix - home to a very impressive railway bridge which dominates the skyline of the town which is nestled in a deep valley.
Having done some prior research, we rode directly to the burger shop and devoured a very tasty burger with extra blue cheese and bacon. It didn’t touch the sides.
Le Hotel du Port provided us with a place to stash our bikes and freshen up before returning to the town centre for a cold drink outside a very old bar.
Still feeling hungry, we walked through the old streets back to the same burger shop and ordered another round of burgers!
While strolling, we discovered our patisserie, but it had already closed for the day. Managed to source a brownie and apricot tart as desert at another, then retired back to the hotel where we slept soundly. Happy days.
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