After eventually finding our way out of Fougeres – that always seems to be the hardest part, finding your way out of big towns or cities – the ride to Mont St Michel was fairly uneventful.
However, at the end of the day, due to it being the height of the holiday season, trying to find a campsite that wasn’t full in this tourist hotspot by the coast proved difficult. Eventually, we struck it lucky at a campsite that was full but we were allowed to camp on a handkerchief-size spot of lawn next to a children’s play area. The only trouble was that there were already half a dozen tents on there anyway! Still, beggars can’t be choosers and it was only for the one night.
The following morning we woke to heavy rain. We packed up and then sat in the campsite cafe drinking coffee and waiting for the rain to ease. Unfortunately, we weren’t that lucky, so had to set off fully togged up in our waterproofs. And to add to the rain, the wind was beginning to build up. Little did we know that we were about to catch the tail end of Hurricane Bertha!
We battled on, sweating it out in our waterproofs. Eventually, the rain stopped, but by now the wind was gusting strongly and blowing us about on our bikes. It was a head-on wind most of the time, making progress very slow, but at least the sun was shining! We made our way around the Baie du Mont St Michel and came across some land yachts at Hirel making the most of the strong winds and scooting across the sand of the bay.
We spent our final evening at the campsite in St Malo, watching the sun set on the horizon before getting up early to catch the ferry back to Poole and home.