We've had a wonderful time in a glorious place. I've exercised, read and relaxed. Just the type of low key holiday I needed. Louis? Well I don't know the half of what he's been up to. He seems to have collected a bevy of French maidens on his Snapchat account. As such he has been taking more interest in the lingo here than usual. 'Teach me something French that I can say to them, Mum.' I took inspiration from an Eddie Izzard skit. 'Le singe est dans l'arbre.' He went off repeating it solemnly . 'How did it go?' I asked later if he'd tried out my random offering. Apparently the girl in the yellow coat and her mate looked very puzzled.
No photos today. I enjoyed the pink granite on my meander along the cliff top path without the need for any snapping yesterday. I might take some in Roscoff where we're heading for our usual overnight stay before catching the early ferry tomorrow. It's such a charismatic port town. Instead of pictures I thought I'd share these words that grabbed me the other day. They seem to sum up a lesson that I've truly absorbed over the past year.