Valérie is wearing Le pull Frehel in Ivory and Le bandana Frehel in Indigo & Off-white - Stephan is wearing Le pull Frehel in Harbor grey and Le bandana Frehel in Signal red & Off-white.
DECEMBER 2025 - THE ISLAND SETS THE RULES
After our first trip to Brittany last September—and after I discovered an old book about the island of Bréhat—we decided to return between Christmas and New Year to shoot our new B.A.S. pieces.
As the date got closer, my anxiety grew.
Brittany is known for its unpredictable, windy, and moody weather — shooting our new products there felt like a gamble.
On December 26th, we left Paris early in the morning and drove to Paimpol, the closest town to Bréhat on the mainland. We arrived just in time for dinner and shared a galette filled with salted butter and scallops.
The next day, we left at dawn toward the Arcouest parking lot. At the last bend before the parking area, the view suddenly opened up: Bréhat in the distance, surrounded by countless tiny islets. It was breathtaking—almost exotic. We were completely amazed.
The boat departed at 9 a.m., under a pale winter sky, bright and milky, with turquoise water beneath us. The crossing lasted only ten minutes, but it felt like stepping into another world.
Bréhat doesn’t really feel like France.
It feels closer to the English countryside.
The vegetation is different from the mainland; there are no cars, movement is slow—on foot or by bike—and supplies arrive only occasionally.
Our plan was to walk all the way to the Paon Lighthouse, on the northern side of the island.
Along the path, small houses built from local granite appeared one after another, their stones a soft, pale grey. In some places, the ground was covered with impossibly bright green grass. Bréhat is called the Flower Island, but we did not expect this to be true in the heart of winter.
Small beaches punctuated the walk, made entirely of pink granite. It felt unreal—almost like another planet. The island was nearly empty, except for its inhabitants and a few curious souls brave enough to visit in winter.
We reached the Paon Lighthouse and took pictures every time we found a good spot.
Time slipped away.
We suddenly realized we had to head back to catch the last boat to the mainland. But we hadn’t thought about the tide! The sea had withdrawn, and the departure point was now much farther than where we had arrived.
We ran.
Breathless, we reached the boat just in time and jumped on board.
A narrow escape.
And a reminder that islands always set their own rules.
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