Bastille Day (14.7.12). Auray River, Le Rocher: I'm lost in the rhythm of my rowing. A sudden violent, thrashing, commotion commands my attention. I spin the Avon round for view.
A gull has a fish by the tail; tows it, writhing, ashore; inches it inexorably up the bank and behind a rock.
I row on between wooded banks, moored boats and under a bridge until I reach Bono with its stone quays, fishing boats.....
....iron footbridge and historic Breton luggers.
Sun's out now that I'm back from rowing around. Forecast promising for Vannes tomorrow.
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Location:Lescoedec,Ploeren,France
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