After the excitement of the swans, the morning seemed to slip by slowly. I processed more images, getting slowly caught up. Dad decided we should lunc (...)

Don's Breton cousin came trundling down the road on his tractor. The roads here are very narrow and twisty. A tractor like this one does not slow down (...)

We crossed the bridge and were soon completely lost. The road led to a large peninsula on the Etel River. However, no signs graced the criss-crossing (...)

The views of this area, known as Sainte-Hélene, are quite fine. Farming & fishing are inter-twined here, much like the roads. We drove on, to the rau (...)

We came around a corner, out from a copse, to find an intersection of stone buildings. There was this fine, old Breton well.

There was also a fine spring-fed fountain. Sadly, it had fallen out of favour and the water no longer ran clean. Originally, water ran from the source (...)

The fountain fed a washing pool. Here, too, algae had taken over. The grounds were well maintained. An odd combination. It was beautified for the tour (...)

We stopped to ask these cows for directions and got three different answers. I hate it when cows snicker at you.

The view the cows had from their field.

I finally stumbled across this ancient road marker. All it indicated was that there was a church, a chapel, a pilgrimage or a sanctuary up the road a (...)

These retired oyster beds suddenly awakened an ancient memory in Dad's mind. He began to recall that Mom & him had visited this area way back when the (...)

As Dad reminisced, an equally old man came out of the house to see what we wanted. He began talking to us in Old Breton until he realised we could not (...)

Up the road was a working farm with several abandoned stone buildings. This might once have been a barn or storage house.

This farmhouse in ruins is a sad sight but I guess it would cost a fortune to restore. It had a beautiful view of the Etel River. A modern bungalow sq (...)

Dad is inspecting this recently installed marker. It contains a detailed map of the Etel River, as seen from this point. It shows no roads.

The road ended in the waters of the Etel River at a boat launch. There was no sign of a chapel either. Crap, a dead end.

A plaque informed us that the chapel that once stood on this site was dismantled by Breton farmers. They had no use for the chapel but they had uses f (...)

Also recently built was this fresh water source. A tap for humans and a drinking bowl for any animal that happened by. Nice touch.

We finally escaped the Sainte-Hélene Celtic version of the Gordian Knot of roads - we had to drive through a farmer's yard which spanned both sides o (...)

Sigh ... another fine morning in Port Louis. The first ferry of the day slides into port. The sailboats await the kids.