The Pink Granite Coast extends much further than the section we explored both times before.  Today we tackled a new portion, starting in Tregastel.  We parked our car in the same location we parked in for the Aquarium and headed down the trail toward Ploumanach (after we spent a bit of time on the beach there first).

            

I’m running out of new ways to express how fabulous the views are – even my thesaurus isn’t helping me anymore.  Suffice to say that there wasn’t one direction to look that wasn’t lovely as the tide was out, revealing exquisite beaches in many different coves.

                              

Our hike took us around the Renote peninsula and as I was sitting on a rock at the tip of that land gazing across the bay, I realized I was looking at the lighthouse and buildings at the end of the trail we took from Ploumanach last week and the week before.  I don’t know why that surprised me as I knew we walked west from Ploumanach the previous times and I knew we were walking toward Ploumanach this time.  Oh well, call it vacation brain!

    

Last week, we had our own experience feeding the seagulls (reference June 7) but nothing like what we sat and watched for probably half an hour!  At first we thought it was a young boy at the top of the rocks but, as he moved from rock to rock and came closer, we realized he was probably in his 30’s.  Regardless, he would sit on a rock for a bit while the seagulls flew around, then he would stand up and reach into his knapsack.  As soon as he did that, the anxiety amongst the birds picked up as they knew he was going to start feeding them.  The incredible part was he fed them from his hand.  He would hold up whatever it was he was feeding them and they would swoop in and take the food from his fingers.  It was total mayhem, over and over and over again, and highly entertaining.

            

Today was probably the warmest day yet – no sweaters – but it started to get chilly on our way back.  By this time, the tide was coming back in.  It’s so amazing how quickly that happens and how the landscape changes.

        

We had one final meal at our favourite creperie, Le Quai des Iles.  Steve had more moules/frites and I opted for the house burger again.  This time, I cut it in half which made it easier to eat and a whole lot less messy.  (The guy at the next table was eating his with a knife and fork.)

And we walked across the street and had one final walk on our beach after dinner.  The water was a bit cold, and the tide was coming in.  We didn’t walk out too far but still got the bottom of our shorts wet when the waves broke over our legs.  We didn’t care.