France

It rains in France, boy does it rain. Just like good old Cornwall. But even all the rain and  rather lumpy crossings didn’t spoil a good trip. All the alpacas arrived safely and have their own private paddock with shelter at Quelvehin Alpacas. They caused the usual clamour of interest at the border post but the official, in duplicate, must be stamped in red paperwork was given a cursory glance and shrug and then we were allowed on our way.

Steve and Jane looked after us very well, we were treated to the biggest plate of Fruits de Mer I have ever seen on Thursday. Friday we took a trip down to Vannes to see the Christmas lights (which hadn’t been switched on) and did a bit of shopping and had lunch in one of the many cafes. Alpaca business took up most of the rest of the time and then it was time to return to Roscoff but not without first stocking up in the supermarket with all our favourite french goodies. We nearly came back with a puppy but fortunately didn’t have the necessary official, duplicate, stamped in red paperwork so had to leave him behind.

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