Huelgoat and arround
food stall at the Carhaix markets
We only stopped in Carhaix-Plouger, a Roman foundation, to go to the
toilet, but we bought some nice chocolates from a chocolatier and then
discovered that the weekly markets were on. We picked up fruit, bread,
roast pork, and drinks and sat by a church to have lunch - the pork
Arriving in Huelgoat, we found a homely B&B run by an Englishwoman.
We wanted to see various attractions before they closed, though, so we
had a quick coffee and cake and then drove off.
First stop was the Moulin de Kerouat, an outdoor museum with a large
collection of old farm houses and furnishings, including a working mill;
it also had displays illustrating changing land use. Then we looked
at the Allee Couverte Du Morgau Bihan, which sits next to a farmhouse
on the edge of a field, before visiting another outdoor museum, the
Écomusée des Monts d'Arrée - Maison Cornec, near St Rizoal. This is
an old farm with tools, ovens, etc. along with heath ecology displays.
A short track winds across a little creek and a washing place.
We went up to the local high point of Menez Michel — nearly
400m above sea level — where there were dramatic views from the
windswept little church on the top, despite the somewhat gloomy light.
We returned to Huelgoat via Brasparts and Pont Keryau, getting back to
our B&B around 6.45pm and moving in properly.
There was still enough light for us to do a a short walk in the Huelgoat
forest, looking at Devil's Grotto, Trembling Rock, etc. After that we
had dinner in the Hotel du Lac — duck skewers and trout, which
were excellent but not as good as the previous night's meal.
Sunday 24th June
We couldn't get the wifi to work, unfortunately, but we chatted to the
owner over breakfast - she'd opened at Easter and we were the second
lot of Australian guests to come through.
We went to look at the barrage at Brennilis, but there wasn't much to
be seen there. At the dolmen Maison des Fées, the megalith provided
some shelter from the rain, which was coming down "cats and dogs", or
"ropes" as the French say.
We headed north, through Plounéour-Ménez (where some of the ethnographic
fieldwork in We
Are Not French! was done) to le Relecq, where there was an event
on so we couldn't look at the church. It was still pouring with rain,
so we went on into Morlaix.
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