Travelling with Jayne's mum and dad, we travelled overnight with Brittany Ferries from Portsmouth to St Malo. Over the winter months, the weekend ferry does not return until late allowing a full day ashore - and we crammed in as much as we could.
Arriving in France early in the morning always presents a problem: nothing is open. We drove slowly across the tiny St Malo peninsular to Concale, a notable oyster farming area. After a bracing stroll in the cold morning air (around freezing point) the first cafe to open won our trade. Coffee flowed warming us up a bit, before hap-hazardly picking our way to Mont St Michel, just into Normandy.
Mont St Michel
The early morning mist over the mount had not cleared as we drew closer, proving an unusual view of the islet. Once on to the mount, we parted with Jayne's parents and strolled to the top, taking plenty of photographs and video footage. We met up again for coffee before making tracks.
Our next stop would be Avranche, for supermarket shopping and some food in a local restaurant.
With time to spare, we drove back westwards to St Malo, but carrying onto Dinard for
another stroll and a well earned drink in a bar. Our hunger grew so with time pressing on, our return to St Malo was inevitable.
We had never visited the old walled town, which is strange given the number of times we have passed through. A fantastic little place, worthy of a day in its own right. Parking was a problem, but with patience and a stroke of luck, we parked on a side road and meandered through the streets in search of moules frites; just what was needed. Out of time, we then retired to the ferry for a drink and a rest on the overnight passage home.