However, just as good things were to be found beyond the chapel itself,
like this quaint round menhir, which looked as if it had been split and cemented back together again, in a field to one side ( the chapel roof is visible just to the left in the picture). Closer examination revealed it to be oddly pitted, like the surface of the moon,
and that people had placed shiny coins, sometimes of quite high denominations, in the craters. A kind of wishing stone, perhaps. ( I'm rather hoping that the enigmatic and knowing Setu, my authority on the ground for all things Breton in general and Finisterian in particular, may stop by and tell me more about this, but he moves in mysterious ways, and hasn't been about for a bit...)
Best of all though was a field of clover and poppies, grasses and other flowers,
on the other side of the road, and stretching far and wide, with the sea in the distance.
(I'm trying to get all the photos in this series out before I go to England for a quick trip next week, as after that I think they really will be beyond their sell-by date, so please indulge me in over-frequent posting!)