We went there by ship. All right, we let ourselves go there. From the tourist ferry. It costs 9 € per person for the return ticket and is not that expensive. I didn't want to take a look at the garden with the exotic plants for 6 €. There you walk from the marina in Roscoff in 10 minutes. Because we went by ship, this blog page gets a menu entry that is justified with Roscoff.
On the morning of August 19th, our mainsail still looked like the photo on the left. It broke when we tried to get to Camaret-sur-mer in eight winds. At first we hoped that the sailmaker would get the repair done in two or three hours. We should come again in the evening or the next noon, it said. So we had to find a job for the day. The choice fell on a tour with the tourist boat on the Île de Batz. In the past few days we had already learned that a lot of tourists from the surrounding area take a tour to Roscoff just to cross over to this island.
I didn't take any photos of the departure. It is nothing special when a passenger ferry leaves the port. After arriving on the island, I immediately liked it. The main town is located on a picturesque bay with lots of boats. By the way, lying here is to be taken literally, because the bay falls completely dry and then the boats lie in the mud.
The hiking map was not available to take with me, so I photographed it. However, that would not have been necessary, because the sights are signposted at all major crossroads. Batz is not a car-free island, it is a car-poor island. We only saw a few tractors, otherwise people move on foot, by bike or on a scooter. Very pleasant. If you can't make the hike around the island, you can take a minibus.
Past some restaurants, the harbor promenade leads to the church. There are palm trees and other southern plants everywhere in the gardens, the names of which I do not know. This is due to the Gulf Stream and will hopefully not change if the climate changes in the next few decades. It would be a shame about it.
Compared to the size of the island and the few houses in the village, the church seems very, very large. All islanders fit in there, as do the guests.
I don't usually go to churches since I left the church. I made an exception here. Surprisingly, the inside of the church looks exactly like I remember churches.
The statue of Mary with candles should not be missing, a baptismal font is part of the full equipment of a church and the confessional as well. Now I have seen a church from the inside again, in a few years I will repeat it. I took the picture of the organ, but did not put anything on the blog. The organ was relatively small and unsightly. Maybe she sounds better than she looks.
I find it more exciting in front of the church, where I can also photograph people. On the one hand the tourists with their rental bicycles, on the other hand the old woman who was just in church and is now warming up a bit in the sun. In the old churches it is not warm even on summer days.
From Roscoff I took a photo of the Île de Batz, now I also have a photo in the opposite direction. During the recording, I was delighted with our right decision to move here. During the day, several rain showers fell over the mainland, the island was spared. Everyone knows that rain is important for nature, but nobody wants to run around in the rain. Neither do I.
We walked further and further around the bay. This perspective invited me to a photo. Jens and Christoph also felt invited.
We saw a signpost to an alimentation, i.e. a grocery store. The path led us through the small, picturesque alley. I would have loved to have people in the picture here, but the only people we saw were other tourists who didn't want to walk us through the photo. Too bad.
We found baguette, camembert, ham and olives on the shelves of the small shop, which we loaded into our backpacks for a pique-nique. There was also Kouign Amann, who Florian recommended to us in his comment on the blog. A delicious butter cake with lots of calories. Now we just needed a nice place. First we left the main town and went past fields.
The flags on the harvested field looked a little as if they belonged to a golf course. That's why this photo had to be. The path led us to the lighthouse, in front of which we found benches and a table. In France there is always room for a pique nique.
We could have climbed the lighthouse for € 4. But none of us wanted that. We are only used to the five steps on the Sissi. The French build very high lighthouses. This copy is also gigantic.
A small pond on the island is called the “Mare de canard”. A few ducks swim around here. When they put their heads under the water, the children's song went through our heads.
We took a picture of the fennel harvest. In addition to fennel, potatoes, onions, cabbage and artichokes also grow on the island. For example, we were able to buy the potatoes in the supermarket in Roscoff.
In the middle of the island there is a second tower at the highest point. We initially thought it was another lighthouse. Then we saw the radar and thought of a control center for the control of shipping traffic. Ultimately, however, it was a military facility that cannot be photographed. See image.
The view down from the military hill is quite good. If your colleagues weren't always in the picture. There are strange people there on Batz.
I didn't want to end the day without a picture of the ferry. The ferry has just come here to take us back to Roscoff. In the meantime it was completely low water. The ferry has a long jetty that extends very far into the bay. That is why she can go to Batz at every tide.
The bay is now completely dry. Now the ships are in the bay and the freighter, which serves to supply the island, has run out of water completely.
Also in Roscoff we could no longer enter the port, which falls just as dry as the bay of the Île de Batz. A long bridge was built here for the tide-independent ferry operation. After about 10 minutes walk we reached the bus stop at the port. That's how long the bridge is. Well, the French write “10 minutes”. If there weren't any tourists stopping to take selfies, you could walk the path in five minutes.
Finally, we pondered on the bus whether the chances of a repaired sail had increased. Of course, the chances were the same all day. We visited the sailmaker and lo and behold, our mainsail was waiting for us. Class.
This page is created on August 20th. We are on the main sail to Camaret-sur-mer. The mainsail lies folded up on the tree and the diesel roars. There is no wind today, but there is no wind at all. As predicted, but a shame anyway.