I awoke feeling replenished, perhaps by the Kouign amann we had for dessert. This delicious Britanny speciality is the perfect food for paddling, the main ingredients being sugar and butter!

With the help of Nicholas, I launched at 11 and said goodbye to Juliet who was sailing a catamaran.

I headed out to a rock with lots of Commorants perched on it, drying their wings. Then I took a bearing to Saint-Quay-Portrieux on the other side of the bay. My elbows felt a bit sore so I took it very easy. After a couple of hours, I turned my paddle angle from 65 to 30 degrees which gave instant relief. Maybe Oscar Chalupsky is right after all. Time flew by and before I knew it I’d been paddling for 5 hours.

I arrived at Saint-Quay-Portrieux and headed to the sailing club who kindly let me leave my boat inside for the night. Now time to get some food and explore this town!

So far I’ve found the paddling the easy part. Surviving on land is the difficult bit – finding water, food, shelter, electricity, and a safe place for the kayak. Also washing and drying kit, unpacking and packing the kayak, stretching, blogging and sleeping from the moment I land.

It’s all part of the trip and hopefully I’ll get more efficient. I want to thrive, not just survive, and I think having some days to pause and break the routine will be key to that.

Thanks to everyone for all the messages and comments, there are too many to keep up with!