There's this thing on Twitter to encourage UK people to get out and interact with nature during June.
#30DaysWild.
I have no trouble going wild on most days, rather I have trouble not going wild on most days but I thought I'd join the Twitter fun anyway.
Day 3 and the weather forecast was fair so I went wild at the Pink Granite Coast.
Of course.
I think this is wild enough?
The sea was certainly wild, large waves crashing against the rocks...
I did wonder if the kayaker would be OK...
Tashi on the rocks.
He's aging now, my buddy, his eyes are not so good and he sometimes needs a little help when we're clambering over the rocks. As do I, truth to tell.
Our favourite restaurant in Ploumanac'h was closed so we ate at another place nearby.
It was not as good but, hey, it was still nice to share a plate of fish and chips.
And then we went wild at Trégastel where the tide was low.
Another shame but it meant we got to walk to the château de Costaérès and spend some time up close and personal, as it were.
I adore that pink castle.
Top of my Cancer Bucket List is a week's holiday there with my Ragazzi and close friends. It's not cheap, I am saving my euros for the 15000 rental cost. Hey, dream big, yes? Though someone on Twitter recently advised me to dream very big and buy the castle.
If only...
At high tide I swim to the castle/
From that beach in the middle of the photo.
Jeez, I hadn't realised it's so far!
Next time I should leave a note on the car windscreen in case I fail to make it there and back:
I SET OFF SWIMMING AT x O'CLOCK
IF THE CAR IS STILL HERE AT y O'CLOCK PLEASE FISH MY BODY OUT OF THE SEA
AND, PLEASE, LOOK AFTER TASHI (THE DOG)
See, up close and personal with the pink castle...
But keeping an eye on the tide.
I did wonder, if I were stranded on the rocks at high tide, would I get to spend the night in the castle? Then I read a report in a local paper of a group who had been caught out by the rising water and were rescued by the local lifeboat crew so no, I need to keep saving for the holiday rental.
The tide does return quickly and it's fascinating to witness.
Not quite as fast as at Mont St Michel but still, I watched it flowing back to fill first the dips in the sand and then to cover the smoother parts.
And, hey presto, we were almost cut off.
I could have swum back, if necessary, but with Tashi it would have been a struggle, he is not happy in the water although he can swim if he must, he may have set off in the wrong direction, or headed for the nearest rocks, or simply not been able to manage the half a mile back to the beach.
Best not to risk it..
