I awoke at 9 and was surprised to see a market had been set up, practically around my tent. The stall keepers looked at me curiously as I poked my head out and an old man muttered disapprovingly. After living off little else but porridge for the last couple of days, I was delighted. The food had come to me! I devoured half a chicken and a box of sautéed potatoes advertised as a meal for 4 people. It was wonderful.

I set off around 1 pm and hugged the coastline. A fog came down and I couldn’t see more than 50 metres in front of me. I enjoyed watching the shoreline slowly reveal rather than looking at the same view in front of me for many miles. Hidden coves popped out of the mist, busy with people enjoying their Sunday swim.

Eventually, the sun burnt off the fog and the water became busy with sailing and fishing boats. I listened to the desert island discs of Robert Macfarlane and Professor Noel Fitzpatrick. I thought about life and tried not to think about life and so thought about life some more. The sea became brown with river water, making the water look even bluer where it was blue.

I arrived at Le Pouldu where Benoît and Angie and the kids were standing on the rocks waving. How honoured I am to be hosted by the newly crowned surfski champions of France! We had some fun jumping off the rocks into the warm waters, Angie and Benoît’s 1-year-old son trying his best to join us! Thank you so much Benoît and Angie for having me to stay in your beautiful home, it was fantastic.