The aire filled up by the evening so most of the 75 marked bays were in use. The following day we decided to head inland diverting to Argol to look at the parish close and a quirky artist's workshop and garden full of strange sculptures before driving on back roads through la Forêt du Cranou to Brasparts and across moorlands to the Montagne St Michel (380m) where a side road climbed up to a chapel. It was an eerie place which we felt we had visited before and to add to the atmosphere there was mystical chanting coming from the chapel. We didn't dare open the door to investigate - but there was a hippy van parked in the car park! Once back on the road we drove across charred moorland recovering from a large fire, to Roc Trévezel, the second highest place in Brttany, and reached St Thégonnec to look at the old parish close with an impressive calvary of statues and carvings. There was also a town fête with craft stalls and performers including some Breton singing and dancing - not to our taste so we didn't linger. The next town of Guimiliau has the largest close and calvary and ornately decorated church interior. 

The final parish close we visited was at nearby Lampaul-Guimiliau where we stopped overnight on the pleasant free aire in the park where we met another British motorhomer.


The next day Sunday we headed north to the coast driving through busy St Pol-de-Léon and on to the colourful Jardin Exotique on the cliffs above Roscoff. pleasant to walk around but spoilt by the constant noise of a dredger working in the ferry port where they are extending the harbour. We found a suitable parking place for lunch at the aire by the bay at Laber to the west of the town.  We had intended to visit Roscoff town centre but gave up after walking through housing estates for half an hour so returned to the van and drove to St Pol following the signposted camping-car route to the aire at Pempoul overlooking the sea by the Rocher Ste Anne where we enjoyed a walk along the causeway to the rock in the sunshine.  The good weather continued as we headed east meandering along the coast after negotiating very busy Morlaix looking for a supermarket to get LPG due to a satnav operator error on the bypass. After passing through the small resort of Primel Tragastel we arrived at  the small town of Plougasnou and drove up to a layby on the headland overlooking the Plage de St Jean du Doigt, returning to Plougasnou to find the service borne and then parked by the sea wall for the night.


We quickly drove through busy Locquirec and passed the large bay of St Michel-en-Grève where mechanical diggers were removing vast amounts of green seaweed. After stopping at Lannion for shopping and cash from an in-store ATM which automatically converted the amount to GB pounds at an awful exchange rate (not to be repeated), we reached the Côte de Granit Rose and found a parking place without a height barrier by the aquarium in Trégastel Plage from where there is a pleasant walk around the Île Renote nature reserve. A couple of aires we drove past looked crowded so we returned along the coast to the Île Grande where there was a small private aire de parking by the municipal campsite. The next morning we drove to Ploumanach where we walked along the Sentier des Douaniers passing the massive pink boulders many of which I'm sure used to have names of animals carved on them. We returned via the sculpture park which has been extended with some strange pieces since we visited it years ago. We then drove inland to Tréguier but arrived as the market was packing up so there was litter everywhere and we didn't like the aire in the town - too shady and closed in with signs about thieves. However we continued up to the coast and found a delightful official overnight parking place for four camping-cars (but no services) at the tiny Port-Béni near Pleubian, overlooking the sea, where we were joined by about six others and a German car and caravan - aren't rules there to be broken?