Day 11 – It’s MON so it must be MONT ST MICHEL

We had all wanted to see this iconic island and weather forecast was favourable together with low tide in the middle of the day. It is about a hour’s drive from Juvigny-le-Tertre .  We set off in good time after B had made his appointment with the vet to get the required worming treatment before going home.
WhenDSC02360 we arrived at Mont we were guided  into the biggest car park ever seen. There were free shuttles across the causeway to the base of the buildings. Dogs were not allowed so P and B walked over the causeway.  Walking takes about the same time as queueing for the bus, so everyone arrived at about the same time. It is claimed that there are 900 steps to the top which is about 60 stories. Simon’s dad did not know how he would cope but took his time and made it all the way.


Unaccountably dogs are not allowed in the abbey so Simon and P and B explored the town  while Simon’s mum and dad went round the abbey.  Simon bought a ham and cheese sandwich for Simon and P to share, a fanta for P and a bottle of water for Simon and B to share.  Simon carefully poured the water into his had for B to drink.  B carefully licked all of the rim of the bottle.  Simon decided he wasn’t thirsty and let B have the water to himself.

There were even more steps in the abbey but it was well  worth it. To be honest the main church was a little disappointing as there was little decoration but when you’ve seen all the rooms you get a sense of the splendour of the architecture. The cloisters were graceful with the thin staggered columns and the refectory with hidden windows and the crypt with its powerful supports . After meeting up we found a way down via the narrowest street only shoulder wide.


Simon’s parents took the shuttle while Simon and P and B walked.  As it is holiday time Simon was after an ice cream and recommended Cancale but it was actually the centre for huitres and moules. There were only two ice cream shops selling sundaes so Simon settled for a crepe. B was able to practice his ball recovery skills on the beach leaping across small streams and valiantly killing the new ball.

P drove the scenic route home via the coast road seeing many converted windmills.

Pictures courtesy of Simon’s dad


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