My morning foray had led me to the village of Combrit. Thanks to some head in the clouds navigation. After following a signpost to Pont L'Abbe, having registered only the 'pont' part. Fortunately, for Pont L'Abbe would be a long trek, I recognised Combrit's outskirts, from my Pogo visit. My compensation is that the patisserie serves fresh croissant on a Sunday, in season.
I re route to the shores of the Odet. Where densely wooded banks and the tall pylons, of the Pont Cornouaille, provide perfect shelter. Whilst a fine mizzle departs with a defiant deluge.
Below the deck of the bridge, vedettes hurry up river to the mediaeval centre, of regional capital, Quimper. Ten nautical miles upstream. Accessible from seaward by crossing a tidal lagoon. Draft permitting.
My vantage point reveals a lush green landscape. Part rock, part river, part sea estuary. Salt and fresh water flows mingle freely. To produce the Odet's torrential ebb (outflowing tide), when their forces are combined.
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