The day's drive does still follow the coast though
We only have a short distance to go before today's first planned stop - the wind farm
It says on the internet that you can do a one hour tour, see and learn about the workings, and climb the tower of the largest vertical wind turbine.
It is only a short way from the main road. When we arrive, the car park looks ominously empty. There is notice in the kiosk window saying to ring them and they will give you a tour - only problem is there is a minimum number required - four to be precise. Bah humbug. Wait, we see another car pulling up, we might be in luck here. A couple jump out, say 'hello again', it is the German couple we had met on our Gaspe walk two days ago. They don't understand much English, we don't speak German and both our French is pretty bad, but we gather that they had not come for a tour, so our luck has changed again. Oh well, there are lots of wind farms in Wales we can look at - are any of those plugged as a tourist destination?
As usual the municipal stop provides some diversions.
Eric gets up close and personal with a wind turbine blade at the next municipal halte though.
Do they really need a mosquito net in there? 
Where's the light gone?
There be giants hereabouts.
We spot a lighthouse on a headland in the distance and decide to visit that instead.
On the other hand, maybe not. It is a research station, and there is no public access
There's a bit of a view from between some boarded up (summer?) houses.
We've just come from over there.
The tourist guide suggests a trip through Metis-sur-Mer, a village founded by the Scots in 1818. It has a very different feel to the other places we have passed through so far. There are trees and flowers in people's gardens, hedges, fences and very large historic houses, plus a Presbyterian church.
Far more British than we are used to except that there are clapboard houses and verandas. Most of the other houses we have seen so far have lots of lawn but no visible separation between the neighbours.
Next stop, Jardins des Doris. There is no-one in reception when we arrive (oh no, not again), but then a man appears on a bicycle and goes off to find Doris for us. He comes back with a key to the paying place but no Doris. The garden is run on a sort of social enterprise basis by a Non-Governmental Organisation. It provides employment, skills and a good place to be for disadvantaged young people. It was developed on a site that was previously used as a tipping ground for all sorts of rubbish.
After a bit of chat we are eventually let loose in the garden. Some parts of it have a very children orientated theme that Eric enjoyed.
Tasty.
And spots another
And even some flowers (we are quite late in the season).
And giant Dahlia flowers (DB eat your heart out).
Moving on we see some interesting gates, does Mr Trump have a Canadian summer home?
The garden is based around the stream that runs through it, and is interspersed with very natural looking areas of woodland and meadow.
The vegetable garden. Do you think they'd let us put a picket fence up around the allotment?
A pint-sized forest for Eric.
In the orchard
Let's hope Eric doesn't get blown away.
C'est ne pas une chien.
There is also an exhibition of 'gardens' a la Chelsea...
Called 'A Ditch With A View'. Mmm.
Eric thought he had better sit under this one. It is called 'The Flea Collar'.
Gardens finally over for the day and onward to Sainte Flavie for the night. This building is next to our overnighter...
And the alternative
Bedtime now.