The sun shone for our arrival in Carnac today as befits the winter solstice. We thought it might be busy here as Stonehenge attracts a crowd but we are the only van parked by the stones. Perhaps early this morning the area was alive with druids and drumming and, as usual, we arrived too late to catch the action.
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| Carnac |
After yet another crepe (three days in a row) for lunch we thought we’d have a stroll through the stones. The gates were locked and our effort to walk around the perimeter was thwarted by a diamanté clad french bulldog who attacked Hugo and wasn’t too keen on me either. I took Hugo, who was shaken but unharmed, back to the van and Graham bravely continued alone.
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| Nasty beast |
The glamorous dog tried to have a go at Graham but when she saw the camera she thought she’d have a quick pose so he managed to slip by without getting bitten. He took some good photos and a few orbs appeared - one in the shape of a broomstick - how apt.
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| Broomstick orb |
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| My favourite stone |
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They’ve had a bit of rain - and those stones above are moving
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Oh, and I met a donkey.
I missed writing a piece yesterday mainly because nothing very exciting happened. We were in Chateaubourg which was a nice enough town. The most exciting thing was the overpowering smell of apples coming from a several hundred metre trainload full to the brim with - you guessed it - apples.
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| Just a few apples |
