Dinard

Rusty was decidedly unconvinced about a long sea crossing, but fortunately the sea behaved itself and we arrived relatively bright eyed and bushy tailed in beautiful St Malo at 8am. There was no sign of life anywhere so we decided to head to the campsite and hope they would let us in. Fortunately they did and even better, breakfast was on offer.

 

It's always a concern whether somewhere that you have such fond memories of will live up to expectations. We came to Dinard when the girlies were babies and had lovely holidays building sand castles, playing football on the beach and introducing them to yummy fish. I'm very happy to say that this place is still as special as it was then.

 

 

We walked around the cliff path where we used to precariously push a pushchair, Rusty clinging onto the rocks and refusing to look down.

 

Obviously the reward was a beer, followed by a long fishy lunch.

 

I had a strong urge to build a sandcastle but instead will now be playing with the Garmin planning the first day of cycling - grown up fun!