This part of Finistère seems crowded and overrun to me. And this already, when it’s not yet full of tourists. However, I notice several vehicles with foreign license plates. Easter is indeed a popular travel time. Most visitors concentrate around the parking lots where the numerous surfers are. Here, where there are reasonably large waves, they meet at every opportunity.

We, however, first dive into a small patch of woodland. Up a small hill and before us opens a restored mill – Moulin à eau de Tréouzien. Here too, the high quality of landscape architecture is evident. Everything appears natural with many trees, shrubs and meadows, plus a flowing stream, a wooden bridge that leads across, a gravel path. Simply beautiful. Unfortunately, the mill is closed.

On this first part of the route, we are on the yellow-marked path, the official Le sentier de Ménez Drégan. Next, it leads us to a stone tower – Moulin à vent de Tréouzien. This tower was apparently also a mill, but nothing remains of it except the outer walls.

We come to a small settlement, turn onto a field path where we can look over wide fields on which lush green grass sways in the wind. Behind on the horizon is the ocean, glittering in a few places where the sun penetrates through the clouds. We enter a wooded area and as if from nowhere, we stand before an elegant small chapel – Chapelle de St-They.

Again and again, we come across basins that were formerly used as washhouses – Lavoirs. Many of them are so embedded in nature, overgrown with moss and covered with leaves, that they appear as a natural part of their surroundings. This is what I love about Brittany: this nature and how man-made creations are so harmoniously integrated into it.

We reach a hill from which we have a clear view of the turquoise water of the ocean. We see and hear the waves as they build up and break off the coast. In the distance, we recognize small black figures, surfers on their boards, waiting in the water for the next perfect wave and trying to catch it when it comes. An incredible calm lies in this environment, which immediately affects my inner self and permeates me.

Halfway along, we turn towards the coast where we now reach the GR34, which brings us back to the parking lot. Here we pass rugged rocks where the waves break. The solitude we enjoyed further up is no longer granted to us here. More and more people meet us on the way. And when we come to a large parking lot where most surfers are, it’s over with being alone.

I’m glad as we increasingly approach the car. I simply don’t like encountering many people on such a path. Although most are friendly and polite, I would prefer if we were alone. However, that’s not something you can choose here. We leave the path one last time and look at the rock formations of the Site archéologique de Menez Dregan, a tomb dating from the Neolithic period. Perhaps it’s because of the many people or because I am exhausted after the short hike, but this place doesn’t touch me. I am nevertheless glad that we were here, but also relieved to drive back to our accommodation.