Wednesday 4 June 2014


The rain hammered on the roof last night, and dripped through the skylight on to Darren and the duvet!
It has never done this before, and we think it had a lot to do with the crazy slope we are on, as it poured from the lowest corner of the window.
However, this morning the sky was blue, the sun shone and we got to see Roscoff at its best.
We had the morning to wander around, and I was drawn to a tiny whitewashed church on a hill at the harbour entrance.
It was built early in the 17th century and fishermen used to raise their flag as they passed it, in the hope of being protected whilst out at sea.
We had a picnic lunch waiting in line for the ferry, which departed at 3pm sharp for the six hour trip to Plymouth.

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