Onward towards Rennes then down to Blain

We left Dinan on road and headed to Evran where we picked up the cycle path to Rennes.

St Malo then south....

Got up early then ended up speaking to a motorcycle tourist for ages and left a bit late! Still left Malo about 9 though. We went accross the barrage to Dinard. It was not busy as the horror stories make out but it was a Dimanche so maybe thats the trick. Picked up a Greenway and followed it to Dinan. Found the Municipal Campsite and whilst waiting for the office to open noticed our tire was shredded along the tire wall! No shops open being Dimanche and all so we wandered about the town looking for a bike shop. Decided to stay another day and walked out to Decathlon for a new tire. Picked up some supplies and headed back. When we got back there was a tandem touring couple next door to us! Had a long chat in the morning before setting off, comparing bikes, experiences and generally having a good chat. Also very impressed with thier bike stand.

 

The continuation AND BEYOND!!!

September 11th.We did not move on the next day!(Villedieu-des-poels) Still pretty tired so stayed another day. Just chilled out really. From there we geared up for a drizzly cycle to Avranches. A normal road suddenly became a motorway and we found ourselves halfway up the sliproad! A little navigating later we found ourselves at the foot of the mountain that is Avranches. Campsite was basically somebody's garden. A crazy hippy farm garden. With composting toilets and a pig. Met a veteran cycle tourist called Frank who was really interesting amd told us about the towpaths. A mug of wine with Frank and we called it a night. Liz got bitten by a bug and had a big swollen eye! The initial plan was to head to Mont Saint Michel, but a few people telling us how crowded and busy it was was enough to dissuade us. A few photos from afar and we pressed on toward St Malo. Lost our legs toward the end of the bay and stopped in a convenient farm campsite. The next day we actually got to St Malo. Managed to get ourselves thoroughly confused in the one way system inside the walled town and had to navigate our way through the crowds. Hung around for the tourist office to open then went to our campsite on the headland. Got chatting to a motorcycle tourist on the campsite so we ended up having a very late lunch and felt pretty grim until we discovered an incredible patisserie! A giant raspberry macaroon and salted caramel choux bun later and we perked up a bit. We wandered about the town walls and treated ourselves to dinner out, slept soundly despite the noise from the port. September 14th