Tuesday Afternoon..........

After what was a a very enjoyable and laid back morning we drove off towards Pordic blissfully unaware of the stress's and strains we were to encounter during the afternoon.
We were to meet the immobilier at his"office. To get there we had to get off the sleepy rural roads we were becoming so at home on and back on to the major duel carriageways. These were quite the busiest we'd had to deal with especially around St. Brieuc. But Pordic was reached without incident  and we set about trying to find the office, which unlike the previous office we'd visited was on the outskirts of an industrial estate on the edge of town. We were feeling along way from Huelgoat.
At the office "he" turned out to be a "she", because the person we'd had the appointment with was out with another client. This wasn't helping our mood. And that was further compounded when we were told, despite having a four door Peugeot, there was no room in the car for us and we would have to follow her and her father in our own car (She didn't drive). Now i'm not keen on following other people, especially erratic Frenchmen, who don't use their indicators, going round large roundabouts in pretty heavy traffic. But what can you do?
But after a deal of swearing and cursing on my part, we got back on some sensible roads and arrived at our first property of the afternoon.

Allineuc

 
      I was very taken with this place. It was set in a pretty little village quite close to the church. It defiantly had B&B potential Apparently there was also a good fishing lake on the edge of the village which could be bait for any guests we might reel in. Ho Ho.

Anyway it's one on our "would have another look at" list should it still be on the market when we are ready to take the plunge.  

Plourhan

Loft to convert!!

 Our next port of call was not on our original itinerary, but was found by our guide for the afternoon.
It was situated in a town rather than a village but was very close to the coast, which could be a plus for us helping to pull in trade.
The layout was a little bizarre though, in that it had a large bathroom downstairs with access from both the dinning room and the kitchen, meaning if you wanted to avail yourself of the facilities, as Karen says, you would have to make sure you locked both doors......Strange.

Lanvollon

    This place was a real disappointment it ticked none of our boxes at all.
To begin with it faced straight on to a busy road, the above photo is taken from the rear. Also the small triangle of garden allocated to the house was very small and the owners, who lived next door had put a swimming pool on their side, imagine the noise! If I don't like living next door to a trampoline I couldn't possibly cope with a swimming pool.
The inside also wasn't exactly inspiring, so we put that one down to experience and made our escape.

By this time we were quite knackered and had along drive in front of us back to Huelgoat. We'd left at about 9 O'clock that morning and wouldn't be back at our B&B until after 6. We'd covered many miles and taken in allot of information. We would recount it all that evening over a pint or three, whilst watching France get stuffed by Spain with our new best buddie in the local bar.

Here's to tomorrow and Normandy........