This isle whose shape makes you think of a crab claw presents uniquely beautiful marine landscapes which change with the seasons. Their wild character have already fascinated several artists.
The isle with its jagged coasts and with its white shingly shores have 32 km of coastal paths that ramblers can discover on foot.
The vegetation is cropped and shrubs are harrowed by the wind. A few trees grow in the sheltered small valley of Arland. The mild climate favours conducive to the flowering of camellias, fuchsias, agaves, aloes and agapanthes in the gardens. The Ornithological Observation Centre which welcomes researchers from the whole of Europe is located in this conservation area.
Ushant's traditions are particular : in the past, men joined the Navy so that women had to organize their survival on an isle divided into small plots of land. Farmers and builders, women cultivated rye and barley, reared horses, cows and above all sheep, repaired the roofs and low stone walls, metalled the roads. The memory of the men lost at sea was honoured through the ritual of pro lla with its wax-crosses.
On Ushant, the sheep are reared in the wild and they protect themselves from the wind behind the " goaskedou ", curious triangular buildings of stone, in the shape of a star.
The Lighthouses are part and parcel of the landscape and atmosphere of the isle. They beacon the Ushant's sea lanes which is one of the most observed area. The Stiff's lighthouse was brought into service in 1700, the Creac'hs' lighthouse is one of the most powerful in the world.

Don't go through Ushant without visiting the " maison du Niou ", first French living museum which is set up in two traditional houses, or the " Centre d'Interpr tation des phares et balises " which recounts the history of the evolution of the maritime signs from the Antiquity until nowadays.

You need several days to walk round the isle, a long day to ride through the interior ways and roads. In one day, you can visit the isle by taxi to have an overview of the place ; the rest of the time you can walk ...

Adapted from "CARNET DE BORD" by Jacqueline Duroc published in "Le T l gramme"