La Chapelle-aux-Filtzmeens

We were quite late leaving this morning, as Marge needed a wash. John assumed his 'tank commander' position up on her roof, and began the job. Marge always looks 'the lived in' van on the aire, the French vans gleaming, like they are valeted daily.

We stopped for lunch at a picnic area, just south of Rennes. Suddenly, we were surrounded by English people. Where had they all come from? We have barely seen a dozen English registered vehicles, in all the time, we've been away. We were on the main road to St. Malo, and these people were obviously heading to the car ferry.

Mid afternoon, we arrived at Montreuil-sur-Ille. We walked into the town, both agreeing, that the church with its concrete spire, was the ugliest we'd ever seen, and we've seen a lot of churches.

We then walked out to the edge of the town, and along a footpath than ran along the side of a cornfield.

In the back garden of a house, a solitary sheep, posed for a photograph. Finally, we were back down by the canal, and could see Marge in the distance. But once back at the van, we noticed some young people hanging about, and decided we wouldn't stay the night here as planned, despite its pretty location.

So we drove on for a further half an hour, to La Chapelle-aux-Filtzmeems. We are sited alongside the moored boats, by the same canal as our last stop.

Tomorrow, we plan to head up to the coast, to St. Malo.