CHAPTER VIII.
ROAMING.
En route! the sky is blue, the sun is shining, and our feet are eager to tread on the grass.

From Crozon to Leudevenec the country is quite flat, and there is not a house nor a tree to be seen.

As far as the eye can reach, reddish moss spreads over the ground.

Sometimes fields of ripe wheat rise above the little stunted sea-rushes.

The latter are flowerless now, and look as they did before the springtime.