Early Morning, Roscoff.
A flying visit to France to clear out our house and bring all of our worldly goods back to England. We treated ourselves to a very nice hotel for the night in Roscoff. Our room had a balcony overlooking the sea. In the early hours I sat and watched as the fingers of pale morning light crept from behind the sea and slowly brought the little islands into focus. Quietly lapping waves and the cry's of sea birds, a very relaxing way to end a slightly stressful and very sad weekend!