The France family went to France back in July, and it’s taken me until a lazy groggy afternoon in August to write about it. Shame on me. Unlike my other travel posts this won’t be a ‘here are the all-singing-all-dancing attractions we fit into a whistlestop tour‘, but more a family holiday diary with some pretty views and good food. No video this time either because this idiot somehow managed to delete half the clips I vlogged. Absolute bummer! Note to self: be more careful with file transfer. Ugh.
Before launching into an onslaught of Brittany photos, I had to include a couple of our seaside stop en route in Whitstable too. I didn’t even know where my dad had booked the Travelodge until ‘holder of booking references and passports’ became my role, but daddy France chose a good pitstop! Literally all we had time/energy for after the long drive down south was food and the briefest of wanders.
My seafood-loving self was happy to catch the end of Whitstable seafood festival. Couldn’t visit the seaside and turn this one down! Most stalls were packing up by the time we dragged our weary asses around the harbour, but I found one selling little pots. Prawns and mussels and whelks and whatever else was in there will always get a yes from me.
Oh hai white cliffs of Dover. Bearing in mind we considered postponing our holiday for a day after seeing the 14 hour traffic jams on the news (the thought of not being able to pee for 14 hours put me off most), we were bloody lucky to find zero queue for the ferry across the channel! Literally just drove straight on. No idea how that amount of traffic disappeared so quickly but hey, no complaints from me.
Yay for spending a hell of a lot of time with this cute view of the dashboard. Impressive bridges though, I’ll give the journey that.
Not gonna lie, the majority of our time was spent just kicking back in this mahoosive garden. Until the grey-ish weather and drizzle put a stop to that towards the end of our stay, anyway. After months of exams and being busy with this that and the other, chilling out as a family was nice. 😀
I also did lots of blogging and running laps around the garden. Just so you know.
Promise we ventured out a sometimes though! Vannes looked awful pretty in the evening.
Go to France and eat pizza. Naturally.
Fun fact: I took this snap through the car window at approximately 32mph. Quite proud of that one. Not a clue what this building was though!
Many lizards in our garden. I have approximately 56 photos of concrete because it turns out lizards are speedy little buggers who aren’t mad keen on cameras. Cute though!
I don’t think I’ve seen a cuter village in my life than Rochefort-en-terre. Good lord that place was adorable. Felt like part of a Universal Studios film set or something rather than an actual French village. Very happy with the ice cream and crepe situation too!
Don’t think fluent French is needed for this one.
If I remember rightly (and my already good memory improves when it comes to food), I had almond milk ice cream with peach sorbet and whipped cream and drizzled melted chocolate. Would very much like to eat it again now.
Tbh I have no explanation for this pic, other than to ask what the hell this gargoyle might be so unimpressed with. What a miserable face.
But yes, pretty flowers! Soooo many pretty flowers. Can see why Rochefort en Terre wins so many ‘favourite village’ awards. Whoever’s job it is to keep the place looking cute and tidy, bravo, job well done!
Some nights we sat in separate rooms and did our own thing. Some nights we played happy families and lit candles and sat watching the stars in the garden. Was all very idyllic. If dad waving his phone in the sky using the constellations app to settle debates over whether a constellation was Ursa Minor or Major counts as idyllic.
Many fresh baguettes were eaten and the ‘French make better bread’ fact was not disputed.
Sense a carb theme going on here??? Yes to apple pastry picnics by the lake. Although to be fair, I did actually keep to salads for *most* lunches and some dinners after the first day or so. Behaved myself most of the time and did my workouts! The treats were just the most photogenic. 😛 Lac au Duc was our picnic spot of choice – it would’ve been nice to bask in the sun for longer than 20 minutes before the clouds settled in, but I guess Brittany isn’t far away enough from England to guarantee sun! Oh well.
Guer was our nearest town/place to buy emergency milk for brews, and wow I haven’t seen a sleepier town in my life. Think me and dad saw a total of maybe… 3 people?… on our Monday afternoon wander. One bakery and a couple of supermarkets were open, seriously.
Here’s a bike I could have won on a scratchcard (at least I think that’s what her Frenglish said anyway). I didn’t win it. Cute though, kinda wish I had!
Be thankful I’ve whittled the flower photos down. Hydrangeas <3 <3 <3
As I rambled about in this post, I spent my nights in this ‘fairy house’ at the bottom of the garden. All the peaceful feels.
Anddd that’s about it, so here’s a butterfly. 🙂 Sometimes it’s nice just to chill out on a family holiday and save the sightseeing for quick breaks! Brittany you were lovely. Next stop: Barcelona at the beginning of September. Very excited!
lily kate x