Nonancourt

After a silent autumn sunrise, lost in the dull grey start to the morning, we were pleased to see at least it was dry. Sadly, last nights pizza did not materialise, the offers displayed on the windows of two establishments, did not seem to apply to the English. We have noticed on this trip, that the French have been a little cool towards us. The effect of Brexit, or just because we're English? Angela, daughter of Marge won't tolerate it, and always makes a point of saying bonjour or bonsoir, depending on the time of day. There's no room for rudeness in her book.

We left this morning with a little sadness in our hearts. Living in Marge is now familiar to us, and they say familiarity breeds contentment. She has been our home for nearly nine weeks. In that time we have only spent 20.50 euros on overnight accommodation, and that was from choice. As for Marge, we have seen your strengths, when we've made you take the strain. Sorry about all those hills and mountains! What doesn't kill you, makes you stronger. Don't worry, it's fairly flat all the way now, the terrain mostly acres and acres of agricultural land, divided by a carpet of tarmac road. In the fields of chocolate coloured soil, dozens of flapping, scavenging crows. Suddenly we miss the mountains. They were much more interesting. On route to tonight's aire, we stopped at a small supermarket to buy more wine. Is ninety litres in boxes and twelve bottles excessive?

At lunchtime we arrived at the charming Norman Town of Nonancourt. Lunch of seeded baguette and pate du campagne, was a real treat, we decided that as our time in France is coming to an end we need to 'go for it', and become a little reckless for a couple of days. We have been very good with our meals for all the time we've been away. We couldn't tell you how many onions, peppers, courgettes, mushrooms, iceberg lettuces, tomatoes, cucumbers and olives we've eaten. The important thing, is to not fall by the wayside when we return home and resort to too many ready meals.

On the aire tonight there are two other English vans, which signals we must be near a channel port. We all look as sombre as one another. Wonder why that is?

For now, it's pizza time, hopefully!