I usually take a break from blogging over the weekend.
But you know what?
I have so many photos & stories to share with you
about our time in Brittany
that I figured I may as well post on Saturday!
As you saw yesterday, we stayed in Saint Michel Chef-Chef,
just a hop, a skip & a jump from the beach.
Although I took lots of pictures of the waves,
the seagulls & the sand,
I was especially enamoured with these fishing huts.
There was something so charming about them.
Imagine my excitement when I saw some real-life fishermen types
(one complete with a yellow rainslicker!)
climbing up into one of the huts.
Those weren't the only people we saw fishing down at our local beach.
In fact, everybody seemed to be at it.
What were they all looking at, you wonder?
We didn't want to be left out.
So guess what we did?
Yep, went fishing.
Or mussel-ing. Whatever.
We spent several hours of a rainy & windy afternoon
down at the beach during low-tide,
scraping the barnacles off them
& chucking them into a bucket.
It was great.
But even better?
(leaving plenty in the bottle for us to drink, of course!)
Dinner was delicious.
All our hard work
(by which I mean wind-burned cheeks
& barnacle scrapes on our fingers!)
was so worth it.
Our mussel day was one of my favourite parts of our vacation.
Cheers to le chef !