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Balade fantastique dans la forêt du Huelgoat !

Publié à 13:04 par yvonne92110 Tags : bretagne balade fantastique foret du huelgoat
Balade fantastique dans la forêt du Huelgoat !

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  A proximité de Morlaix, dans le département du Finistère, la forêt du Huelgoat, aussi appelée la « Haute Forêt », est connue pour ses chaos rocheux aux dimensions imposantes. Elle est intimement liée aux légendes bretonnes.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                Certains des sites font référence au roi Arthur, au diable, à la Vierge, et même à Gargantua. Elle est caractérisée par des amoncellements de gros rochers disposés de façon chaotique.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          La rivière d’Argent la traverse, ainsi nommée en raison des mines argentifères, exploitées localement jusqu’à la fin du XIXème siècle.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                           

Le moulin du Chaos
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                             Le moulin du Chaos, porte d’entrée du Huelgoat, la « haute forêt  ». Ici, la nature est enveloppante, elle capte les sens, procure une autre dimension à l’espace et à l’existence, narre la vie intime des fées, les aventures d’Arthur et de ses chevaliers  ...                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                               

La forêt de Huelgoat
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                               Chaotique, Chaotique, la forêt du Huelgoat l’est toute sens dessus dessous, avec ses éboulis de boules de granit, aux dimensions impressionnantes. Un « sentier pittoresque  », aux allures de labyrinthe recouvert de mousses et de fougères, se faufile entre ces blocs.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                         

Grosses boules de granit dans la forêt de Huelgoat
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    Ce paysage de grosses boules de granit s’explique par un long et lent processus d’érosion.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          On raconte que ce serait Gargantua, mécontent de la pitance offerte par les autochtones, qui aurait accompli sa vengeance en bombardant la forêt de cailloux colossaux...                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                           " Une légende bretonne de plus " !                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                         

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cheyenne
Ce sont de très jolies photos!


allanicmarietherese
Bonjour ma chère Yvonne,
Je suis une inconditionnelle de LA BRETAGNE, terre de mon enfance heureuse auprès de mes chers Parents - Je trouve le paysage fort joli et je ne m'en lasse pas - Voilà une nouvelle journée qui recommence sous la froidure et il fait toujours aussi bon de rester confinée au foyer - Même mon toutou est d'accord avec moi, c'est peu dire ... J'espère que la santé est bonne et que ton cher mari va bien aussi - Bonne journée à toi et bises affectueuses de ta chère Amie MARITE qui pense si souvent à toi -
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