Our last evening in Morbihan watching the sun set, before a supper of raclette. A meal so wintery and comforting that we forgot all about harvest moons and skinny dipping. Thank goodness the bobbers back in Plymouth were more diligent during their Full Moony Skinny Dip.

Which enabled me to create a ph(f)antasy, meddled image of a reclining boat illuminated by a Harvest Moon.

Which just goes to prove that an excellent sleep fueled by potatoes, cheese, and good company can be quite a creative space.

Monday morning however means Ferry time in Finisterre. Lola’s last beach walk on French sand for a little while.