Trip to Le Mont St Michel (France)

Since visiting St Michael’s Mount in Cornwall I have wanted to visit the mount with the same name in France, Le Mont St Michel.  I was delighted when the humans agreed to take me there while they were holidaying in France.

I climbed into the pannier ready for the journey.IMG_1345On the way we stopped to look at a very old windmill, Le Mouline de Moidrey. The sails were open and turning in the wind when we arrived, but by the time I had climbed out of the pannier they had been folded up.  The miller was having a break to eat his lunch.IMG_1357

The humans were hoping to cycle across the causeway to the island, but there were lots of signs indicating that no bicycles were allowed across between 10am and 6pm.

IMG_1445After locking up the bicycles I spotted a rather large deckchair and wondered whether any giants frequented the area. IMG_1360

There were also many brightly painted cows standing around.

IMG_1361Many coaches full of humans were arriving; and a horse and carriage was transporting some to the island.IMG_1363

Others were getting on a bus that had a driving seat at both ends.IMG_1370

My humans are keen on exercise so decided to walk across the bridge.  This way they were able to enjoy the views of the island.  My legs are too short to walk such a long way in a reasonable time so I climbed into the bear carrier.IMG_1368

You may notice I was facing backwards so was unable to enjoy the view, though I did wave to the passing buses. Once we got a little nearer I climbed out.  Mont St Michel looked very interesting indeed and I was very keen to explore.IMG_1372

Everything on the island is very old.  It has been inhabited by people for thousands of years. The Abbey was built about ten thousand years ago.  Here I am outside the gates in front of the draw bridge.IMG_1373

There were lots of shops selling postcards and souvenirs.IMG_1378

We went up some steps to look at the view; I rushed on ahead and surprised the humans when I peered out of a little window.IMG_1379

There were lots of steps for a bear with short legs.  Dogs are not allowed in the Abbey so just as well I am a bear and not a dog.IMG_1384

Once we were in the Abbey I stopped for a rest and said ‘Hello’ to a young seagull but didn’t get too close in case it thought I was food.IMG_1388

After climbing up even higher I peered over the edge (Karen held on to my legs).  Lots of humans were coming and going from the island.  It seems many people like to visit Mont St Michel.IMG_1389

I had to be very cautious while walking around.IMG_1392

There were lots of gargoyles up very high that were impossible to photograph with our camera but were very interesting to see.  Lower down I found a giant water tap in the middle of an animal face.IMG_1387

Another peer over the edge revealed a little house.IMG_1395


Inside the main Abbey there were many people seated and at first I thought a service might be taking place, but on further listening realised they were all on guided tours of the island.IMG_1396

In a little room at the edge I noticed a sailing ship hanging from the ceiling.IMG_1400

The next room happened to be the gift shop.  I tried on a knight’s tabard but it was a tad large.IMG_1402

Then I spotted the French berets. I like hats; a hat can transform a bear in seconds.  I tried on the beret and instantly I looked very French.  Unfortunately the humans wouldn’t buy it for me.IMG_1406

Next we entered The Cloisters which were really quite amazing.  The photograph doesn’t show the full beauty.  Sometimes memories of experiences are better than photographs.IMG_1411

In a very big hall there were two huge fireplaces containing many schoolchildren who were all looking up.IMG_1414

After the children had departed I went to have a look for myself. IMG_1416

Another room had some enormous stone pillars with gaps just big enough for a bear to squeeze through.IMG_1419

In the same area there was an enormous wheel.  This was used to haul things up from the bottom.IMG_1423

Supplies would have been strapped to a sledge with rollers.IMG_1426

Out of the window I could see the wooden track that the sledge would have travelled up to reach the top.IMG_1425

There are many beautiful Norman arches in the ceilings of all the rooms.IMG_1427IMG_1428 (2)

When it was time to leave the Abbey I had to go through a turnstile to get out.  (Humans have to pay ten euros each to enter the Abbey).IMG_1431

We went back into the hustle and bustle of the shops and cafes in the narrow streets.


After walking back across the bridge to the mainland (actually I was carried!) we stopped for some refreshments before the cycle ride back to our base.   IMG_1440

The crepe tasted fine but was a tad small and the humans thought it was very expensive. I really enjoyed my visit and recommend others to go to Le Mont St Michel if in the area.

You might like to read my blog about the Cornish St Michael’s Mount now too:-

Also here is some more information Le Mont St Michel:                                     


Holiday in France

I think I should write a little bit about my recent holiday in France, my third visit and I am thinking I really should learn to speak some French.  Anyway, we headed off to France on an overnight crossing, so after boarding the ferry in the footwell of the car (those of you that look at facebook will already know I get very worried that customs will think my stuffing is suspicious) I was tucked into bed in a cabin.IMG_4375I was woken by music playing in the cabin that got louder and louder.  There have been incidents in the past with me being left behind places so Karen left me safely in the  cabin while she went off to find some breakfast – for some reason she sometimes forgets that I like to eat too!

I did lots on my holiday but will just tell you a few highlights.  On the first morning there was a little bit of rain, so I needed wellingtons in order to venture out around the campsite.  Paddington didn’t want me to borrow his for nearly two weeks, so I borrowed Karen’s instead, they are so good they have become my wellingtons of choice.  All short individuals should have some boots like this:IMG_4383In no time I was off exploring my surroundings:IMG_4386The rain soon went away and we also moved to another campsite, where the highlight for me was the canoeing trip. Initially I was put into a barrel to keep me safe in case the canoe capsized:IMG_4459The lid was even done up – it wasn’t pleasant in there at all.  I was very very pleased when only after about 5 minutes on the canoe in the barrel Karen rescued me, and as the water was so calm, she even let me do the paddling for a while.IMG_4477My fur and stuffing is always a problem with regards to watersports, as when wet I turn into a soggy lump.  Hence at the swimming pool I had to be content with peering into the water looking for fish, but there weren’t any that I could see.IMG_4593We went to some wonderful gardens where the hedges had been cut in shapes (topiary I have been told).  They are called the Gardens of Marqueyssac .  IMG_4690The thing I liked best there was the tree house, which wore me out a bit climbing up the ladder.IMG_4668IMG_4663I was carried in the bag all the way to a cliff top view point, which didn’t sound very interesting for a bear, but when we got there the view was amazing.  All the hay bales looked tiny and I could see the river that I was canoeing in just a few days before.IMG_4678There was also a very interesting water pump (though no water came out) that I think Growler would have liked. Perhaps I will be allowed to bring a friend next time we go away.IMG_4692One of the sites where we stayed had some bear sized climbing equipment that I rather enjoyed usingIMG_4824…and  yet another swimming pool for me to sit by but not get in.  I only sat in the sun for a very short while though as Karen says I am like National Trust furniture and I must be kept out of the sun otherwise I could fade and disintegrate (whatever that means….)IMG_4830On our last evening in France I was taken to a restaurant to for a traditional French meal.   I didn’t like the look of the snails though so gave them to Karen.  I still can’t believe she really did eat them!IMG_4931I did however like the strawberry cake, that had lots of tasty creamy stuff inside it.IMG_4935We travelled back to England on a daytime ferry so I was able to sit on the deck and watch as France got smaller and smaller. (I turned around for the photo, as I don’t think I look that good from behind)IMG_4948When we reached Portsmouth Karen made sure I was safely in the bag to get back down to the car deck ready for the drive back to Bristol.

Now I am wondering where they will take me next…..