This pont de Brioule took one across to the Foret du Canton Morgat. One may meander the meadows there. The slopes were once denuded by the end of the 19C but are now restored. In this area, I somehow lost my precious green Tilley hat, un chapeau that'd visited a great many countries. It'd been tied to my Domke camera bag but must've somehow slipped off. Too late, a local photographer with whom I'd chatted along the route told me that someone had found the hat and placed it on a fence pole.