Sunday 19th May Breton Festival

After a routine late breakfast, we took mum over the bridge to the port side of the river where the park was the scene for a Breton celtic Festival. We arrived as thankfully the bloody pipers were squeezing there last breaths out of those god awful pipes.

We had a  long chat with a Cider maker whose daughters live in London. Mum was caught up in the whole joi de vivre and got caught for a few samples.

After beers and with some dodgy breton dancers making shapes on stage,

Collette and I headed for the poissans Grille. Sardines for me, saumon for the crew. Lovely lunch!
With Mum shattered, we got her back to Doucette taking in the stunning views.

Before bumping into Eric and Jill. They had arrived in a cat and were med bound. They heralded from Port Solent so we had a bit of a neighbourly chat. Nice one and we will no doubt see them again as they are travelling the Nivernais route aswell.
I knocked up a curry for dinner before setting mum up with a movie whilst collette and I strolled back over to the festival site for the finale. The dancers had increased in number to around 120. They all seemed to know each dance for each song which all sounded the same to me but hey ho soul is more my bag. The headliners came on and as per, the sound was a major issue. The stetson, grey pony tailed, leather waistcoated knob pusher in the tent at the back who had been prancing around all day looking like he knew alice cooper was as much use as a fart in an elevator. We left after twenty minutes of one two one two, as did many of the unforgiving celt fanatics. Still it had been a fun night after a good day despite the continuing inclemant weather.