20 April 2003: more from Brittany. We’ve driven down to the Brière marshes, hired a boat and paddled ourselves out into this strange waterlogged landscape. Somewhere we can hear a bittern booming, but there’s no chance of seeing him. Afterwards, we head for the little walled town of Guérande, which I’m sure would have been well worth a lengthier stay – on a quiet day… We didn’t hang around.